When I was a kid the neighbor kids and I would get together and pretend to go to ‘work.’ Yes, while other girls our age were playing house we were working – at Penthouse and Playboy.
This all started some time after we found a Playboy magazine and realized the body is a beautiful thing, thus, grabbed the plastic pocket toy camera, with a ‘flash’ that rotated with each push of the button, and we posed.
Contrary to the popular belief of some, none of this behavior resulted in any of us actually posing for adult entertainment magazines as adults or thinking that fake cameras actually take pictures.
Years later, while at Zumba with Live Longer, Sleepless and Beaner, I noticed a major dust bunny near Live Longer’s shoe. “Did that come out of your pants?” I asked and gestured toward her cooch. “Don’t judge, it’s been a while,” she replied.
Indeed it has been a while. Gone our the days when thought we were Playboy bunnies, present are the days that we collect ‘dust.’
And was Sherman the photographer or just the original owner of the girly magazine. And was his name even Sherman? #crs
Lol, good memory. Yes, Sherm the Dirty Worm. He, surprisingly, did not take these photos.