Must be pretty weird for Bridget Marquardt to walk into her former room at the Playboy Mansion and find these twin twits live there now... But what I find even more remarkable is that suddenly Bridget strikes me as intelligent compared to these two brain-dead bimbos. Bridget is organizing a celebrity catwalk for an animal charity and now the girls want their own charity event, too... So they decide to sell lemonade for the AIDS walk and make $15,000... Um, that’s gonna take a whole lotta gallons of lemonade, you numbskulls! Hef meets them in the kitchen and begs them to stop squeezing already. He’ll supply the lemonade, ‘cause he has better usage for their time. Yeah, you betcha! They’re selling Minute Maid at the back gate to all the tour busses passing by, getting help from a whole slew of Playmates... but at the end of the day, they didn’t even raise $1,500! They made another $2,000 online, and Playboy doubled that to total just under $8,000. That’s barely half of what they set out to raise, but oh, well. Anyway, that’s a wrap. This show is so awfully appalling you feel mold growing inside your head! Yet I sit there in stunned fascination watching in disbelieve at these girls’ utter stupidity...
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