Is it necessary to say RIP to Hugh? I feel like he got plenty of rest in life, seeing that he always had pajamas on.
I look forward to reading all the real accounts from former Playboy Bunnies, now that they can freely share without fear of the PJ man.
The closest I came to being a playboy bunny aside from the above pic from an old Halloween Post (believe it or not, it's photoshopped -- I know you're shocked!) was when I was TWELVE and went to a Halloween dance and two friends and I decided we should be bunnies. Playboy Bunnies. It didn't seem wrong at the time for twelve-year-olds to wanna be sex toys. We all wore bunny ears. My friends wore t-shirts with belts and fishnet stockings. I wore a sweatshirt and tights. Nobody wore pants. I didn't want to wear a belt because I didn't like my butt/thigh area and the sweatshirt hid all the "flaws."
I was twelve.
I look forward to reading all the real accounts from former Playboy Bunnies, now that they can freely share without fear of the PJ man.
The closest I came to being a playboy bunny aside from the above pic from an old Halloween Post (believe it or not, it's photoshopped -- I know you're shocked!) was when I was TWELVE and went to a Halloween dance and two friends and I decided we should be bunnies. Playboy Bunnies. It didn't seem wrong at the time for twelve-year-olds to wanna be sex toys. We all wore bunny ears. My friends wore t-shirts with belts and fishnet stockings. I wore a sweatshirt and tights. Nobody wore pants. I didn't want to wear a belt because I didn't like my butt/thigh area and the sweatshirt hid all the "flaws."
I was twelve.
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