No, friends, fear not – Hugh Hefner (that is him up there, you know) is not dead. He’s worse. He’s planking. And you all know how I feel about planking.
Reports say that Hef’s latest girlfriend thought it’d be funny to get a photo of her, ahem, boyfriend doing the stupid-ass trendy (?) thing, but I’m pretty concerned at how hard it was to get Hugh up on that table. And how hard it’s going to be to get him off (because I’m sure he’s probably still up there, waiting for EMS to arrive, ’cause old man bones just don’t flex like they used to don’t you know don’t you know).
I am just so, so sad.
I often wonder how hard it’s going to be to get Hugh Hefner off.
I think that’s hilarious!