The Crap We Missed - Wednesday 8.8.12
Hugh Hefner and Crystal Harris at the Beverly Hills City Council and Playboy Enterprises, Inc.'s celebration of the return of Playboy headquarters to Beverly Hills. (August 7, 2012)
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You can tell he’s already forgotten who she is and thinks it’s Lee Ann Rimes.
Nah. Not Leanne Rimes. With all the Viagra this dude has taken even he could recognize a bone if he felt one.
This is where one of his favorite old rock songs pops in his head…….Who are you, who, who, who who? Ahhh who the F… are you, you, you ahhh you…..?
The Hefner joke is getting a little long in the tooth.
30 seconds ago he was wearing a wristwatch.
Better move HQ again, Hef. Otherwise people might think you and Playboy are irrelevant.
I didn’t know that they were re-making Weekend at Bernie’s. Can’t anyone think of anything original these days?
“Wait. You’re not my granddaughter, right? Good.”
Isn’t that the little gold digger who dumped him on the eve of the wedding?
I don’t know…so many fake blondes orbiting this man.
Yeah, I was going to have Hef say, “Are you going to leave me at the altar, too?” until I realized this is the woman who left him at the altar. And for all the jokes people are making about Hef not knowing who this is, I’m pretty sure he does, because that look on his face is unmistakably, “You fucking bitch.”
And yet… he took her back…
You’d think with all the tail that comes in and out of the Playboy Mansion, he could at least find another Holly (a golddigger, but she seemed to genuinely care about him.)
“Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Crystal?”
American Gothic 2012
His eyes are the gateway to the soul… which sounds like that “The number you have reached is no longer in service” message.
Smells like cheese.
Bitch, back off. Don’t make daddy use his pimp hand!
Get Off My Lawn!!!
OMG… when he dies I bet the whores will be pulling him up from the coffin for more photo ops. Or is that what is happening in this picture already?
Man, that look he’s giving her… looks like someone burned the soup again.
The looks on his face is correct. That’s the same gold digger that dumped his ass before she was supposed to marry him. Can’t trust that whore.
MY GOD, HER HEAD! It’s like one of those pictures where you’d swear the shapes are different sizes, but in actuality they’re exactly the same.
Just off camera:
The tail tucked between her legs.
Not pictured: Shame.
The only thing hard on Hef is his ability to hear.
“Yes, warm and squishy…..good !”
“It’s strained peas day!”
Hugh really looks great! He looks like a man who’s been dead for only half as long!
The PlayDeadBoy, still going strong!
When Hugh “dies in his sleep” with Crystal, I say we submit this picture as evidence for a possible murder investigation, as he apparently knows that something is wrong here.