Hefner is Gone

My first sample was when I was maybe 10? Another kid in the neighborhood would smuggle his dad's mags out and we would all gather in the woods and look at them for hours.
When I bought my first one it was just as big of a deal as buying my first 6 pack.
 
When we moved in with my Step Dad when I was in the second grade his garage was covered in Centerfolds. COVERED. Thought I had died and went to heaven. Was a frisky young lad I tell ya. :p He was a Carpenter by trade and the shop was just he same. Mesmerizing Centerfolds everywhere. Years later in Clallam County in a itty bitty town the Pharmacy would pull the covers off last months Playboy's n Penthouse's n such and toss them out back into the burn barrel that wasn't lit off but every few days. We'd raid the hell outta that thing. :p;)
 
Fuck him, glad he's dead. He was only a First Amendment champion because it served his business interests. Otherwise, he was a lifelong democrat supporting libtard hypocrite who exploited women while claiming to be championing them, just as is the leftist way with the rest of their so-called "base". He persistently used his magazine's writings to promote the left's agenda, much as the likes of Esquire, Rolling Stone, and Vanity Fair does, only drawing further readership through airbrushed titties that don't really exist.

Rot away lefty.
 
Redman... He promoted a lot of agendas.... But I'll argue he did a lot more to empower women than all the lefty feminist dykes out there.... I can't remember the figures on how many Playmates ended up with PhD's, as doctors, lawyers and Indian chiefs.... but I'll give him credit for changing a lot of things. And for the better.

He was also a tireless supporter of our military. Maybe good business sense given what specialists tend to want to read in faraway lands... but got to give him credit there. He was doing it before it was cool.

In that spirit:

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Cheers,

Sirhr
 
Way back when I was a shoe shine boy working in the corner of a 2 seat barber shop. The grown men would sit down for a hair cut in the barber chair, take off their shoes, toss them at me and grab a playboy off the counter pile behind the barber chair. The barber and the guy getting the haircut would look through the issue together, complete with turning the centerfold 90 degrees and fold it out. I'd catch the centerfold from the other side as the light would allow while shining their shoes, one hand stuffed in the sweat soaked interior of the shoe to hold it, trying my damndest to get a glimpse of any female body parts and stay on task...for 50 cents a pair. That was awesome!