Playboy Fetes Games: Playgirl, Our Balls Are In Your Court
Okay, Playgirl might be a bit ambitious. I'd settle for a spread in Latin Inches or Honcho. But regardless, the magnificently accoutered Brian Ashcraft over at some ol' rag called Kotaku pointed our attention to a recent media tour of Hugh Hefner's private gaming sanctum. While I find it hard to picture Hef pounding away at much of anything these days, let alone buttons, I'm sure whomever's replaced Fred Durst and Turtle at the Mansion is happy to have at some Centipede to play drunkenly when the thrill of infinite women wears off.
It does wear off, right?
Anyhow, I won't be satisfied until I have to choose between a bevy of man-candy and some dinky old pinball machine. Tough choice...
Hugh Hefner’s private gaming lounge [Siliconera]
[via Kotaku]
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Posted to Hot Stuff, Miscellany on 16 June 2007
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I've been at leather runs where the hotels have old, beat-up arcade games to compete with us old, beat-up men. Does that count?