Mr. Hugh Heffner is going to be in town Super Bowl weekend, and he is throwing an executive bunny party at an upscale club here. Guess who’s going? Muahahahahahhahahahahah!!!
My friend’s girl’s mother owns the club and he always calls me when they need extra bouncers. At first I was disappointed that they decided to use Tampa Police officers as the added security. But then I thought, well this means I get to actually PARTY there!! I don’t get the hundred plus dollars cash for that night, but it will be one hell of a party, and the beer is free.
I always thought strip clubs (and now that you have brought it up, Playboy Bunny Parties) were rather like a restaurant where they show you delicious looking food but don’t let you eat it.
Whoever said we couldn’t touch??? These girls are not going there to ‘model’, they are going there for the same reason I am- to get drunk and have a good time. If luck falls my way, one of them will get really drunk and I will start looking like (insert favorite stud actor here).
Sorry, Bear, I’ve got a near perfect wife at home with soft curves no skinny ass, plastic Bunny could touch. (Hmmm, though I find that image woodening…)
Sorry, Bear, I’ve got a near perfect wife at home with soft curves no skinny ass, plastic Bunny could touch. (Hmmm, though I find that image woodening…)