I actually WENT as Arafat, and a couple of my boys went as Orthodox Jews.
The costume worked out so well, that I actually got blown by a “scholar” named Ariel I believe.
Normally I don’t think I have the game to be closin night of, but it was the big Halloween party up at the Playboy mansion, and Hef evidently hadn’t had a party in 10 years. Mamas were literally actin like it was the last night on fuckin Earth. Or at least Ariel was.
After a quick chit-chat of no more than 9 minutes, I found this mama blowing me 6 ways from Sunday in some wacky shag carpeted room.
It was all a bit too much, and when it was over, she winked, said thanks, and like a summer mist, vanished.
About an hour later I was fuckin hammered and hovering around some filet mignon station and I looked over and saw my little Ariel with her tongue down some dudes throat.
I can only hope for that dudes sake she had checked out a pack of Spearmint.
I don’t know HOW this Hefner cat has lived that life, daily, for the last 50 years.