Hugh Hefner Planking
I feel like this is not funny. This is like when you were 10 and your mom told you to MAKE SURE you bring your rollerblades in the house when you’re done with them because this isn’t the greatest neighborhood, Nicole, and someone might steal them, but one day you forget and she sees them out on the lawn so she hides them in a closet and then says, “where are your rollerblades?” and then you spend like 2 hours scouring the neighborhood and praying to Jesus that you promise you’ll be nice to your little brother for the rest of your life if He just helps you find your rollerblades and then your mom comes into the garage as you’re crying to yourself and says “are these what you’re looking for?” while dangling your rollerblades with a conniving face, and you’re SO relieved but also SO furious at your mother for messing with your emotions like that.
How the F*CK is a photo of Hugh Hefner planking anything like that, you ask?
BECAUSE THE MAN IS 200 YEARS OLD AND LAYING FACE DOWN ON A COFFEE TABLE IS HOW OLD MEN DIE, THAT’S HOW.
Don’t play tricks on me like that, Hef. I can see the outline of your Depends. You are CLEARLY too old to be planking.
