Sheep are Hal’s, not Hue or Hugh’s domain. Baaaaaaaaa-ack away from the sheep.
Damn, I wish I could get away with wearing pyjamas all the time. I don’t care much for the typical playboy bunny, but to each his own. A mansion would be nice though. But not having to get dressed would be the best.
My own impression is that yes, sure he’s in a sort of self-parody mode, but hell, if I had founded THE Premier skin mag on Earth back in my mid-late 20s and parlayed it into a fortune, I would hope that by the time I’m eligible for Social Security I’d be in a position to just Shatner around without any shame or self-consciousness.
He probably was quite satisfied with all the “depth” he could get into by 1970 and has felt he can coast ever since.
And if I told you I don’t envy him, I’d be a Low-down Lyin’ Liar. Heck, there’s even a major world religion’s metaphor for the afterlife of the righteous that sounds damn close to being Hefner, and they came up with that 1400 years ago!!
I salute thee, Hef, the man who lives the dream 
!!! Hefner gay? Now that’s overcompensation!
Did you just coin that verb, or has it already been in circulation a while? 
People have been verbing Shatner for yonks. Now that he’s playing into it it’s even more widespread
Actually, there is a debatable issue lurking in here: The value of hedonism. Is a life of mostly harmless sensual pleasure and luxury an essentially ignoble one, something that “lacks depth” no matter how you look at it? Or is it perhaps an example of at least one form of the “good life”? What would Plato or Aristotle have done with this, I wonder?
Mick Jagger walked in while Hugh Heffner was boffing Dennis Weaver in the arse. He yelled, ‘Hey! Hugh! Get off of McCloud!’
BWAH HA HA HA HA!
I read some newspaper column whose author had received a Christmas card from the Hefners. The writer noted that not only was Hef dressed in pyjamas and bathrobe in the photo on the card (the rest of the family was dressed normally), he couldn’t remember a time when Hef wasn’t dressed that way.
Basically, the guy seems to live life as thought it were an endless Saturday. And honestly, that’s what how I dream of living, even if the only bunny in my life is my wife.
LOL! THAT’S TERRIFIC!!
It’s stuff like this that makes me glad that I went a head and spent my hard-earned money to become a member of this place! Thanks!!!
Ok, damnit, there goes another keyboard!
Thank you! I’ll be here all week! Be sure to tip the waitresses! Oh, and do try the roast beef.
Thanks to BrainGlutton the… erm… straight line.
Well, considering that in the specific case of Hef the luxury – by extension quite a lot of the sensual pleasure – is the product of running a succesful (overall, with ups and downs along the time) and legal business enterprise that provided some entertainment and information value to others and included patronage of various worthy performers and writers (Dick Gregory always makes a point of thanking Hef) the pursuit of pleasure had positive effects.
The claim was made by Sandy Bentley. She and Mandy Bentley, her twin sister, were in the, um, entourage for a time.
The original claim was made in Philadelphia magazine.
Are you kidding me? With all those women in one place, either all their cycles are synchronized (in which case those 3-4 days each month are Man’s Hell raised to the n[sup]th[/sup] power) or you’ve always got a few dozen of 'em on the rag every. Single. Day. Either way, you’re boned–and not in the GOOD way.
No.
I suspect he’s a deeply unhappy person; I am quite certain I would be.
My dream would have less silicone and more brain cells, but aside from that… there is a certain appeal to his lifestyle, enough at least for a temporary period of time. Say… three months every year.
That’s nothing. Late in the 60’s Marianne Faithful was at a fashionable party with a number of rock stars and actors. She went over to where Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek and Robby Krieger were sitting, and one by one unzipped their flies and sucked them off. She then moved over to David Bowie and Iggy Pop’s corner, and fellated them. Just as she’d finished, Michael Caine walked in, saw what had just happened, and yelled:
“You were only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off!”
Which might be why you haven’t found any women who are impressed with you.
(Sorry, just had to say it