I was perusing Hugh Hefner’s Twitter feed, as one does, when I happened upon this item from his Saturday Scrapbook collection:
I’m not sure what it means that two of the great architects of my childhood delight – Bill Cosby and Shel Silverstein – enjoyed playing croquet (and possibly other sporting activities) with the guy who founded Playboy magazine, but I did think it worth noting.
Those really were the glory days for ol’ Hef. Here’s a particularly witty cartoon from the magazine during that era:
Get it? Women are never too young to make men feel inadequate! Oh Hef, you scamp.
Wow, that is disgusting. There must be some progress that there’s no way that would pass muster today … right? Right?
I guess you’re right, nowadays a guy who looked like Shel Silverstein would never get a croquet themed feature in Playgirl.
As far as I know.
I watched Frozen yesterday. It included a winking beastiality joke.
Awful.
It’s especially bad when the goats wink. That’s why you never look them in the eye.
What’s next, Bob Newhart and Dr. Seuss playing lawn darts with Larry Flynt?
That cartoon is beyond vile. Time to cancel my subscription.
Jack Klugman and Hayley Mills?
I remember that day. We had just got out of the grotto and were all a little tipsy. One of the girls said, “let’s play some croquet,” and all the other gals went, “yay, croquet!” Cos and I were making jokes about how Shel’s mallet compared with a part of his anatomy. Hef ordered up more drinks. I recall Mandy sidling up next to me and taking my hand. She told me not to be shy and what happened after that is all a blur.
Good times.
Was Dr Spender there?
In spirit.