Last night I dreamed I had a meeting in the Playboy Mansion. There were like six of us, meeting with a pajama-clad Hugh Hefner in a traditional boardroom on the property. Toward the end of the meeting, Hef pulled out a giant bottle of Cristal and passed it around for us to drink from. Then he climbed up on the table like a monkey and scampered about, insisting that we all smell him. He wouldn’t stop until we told him he smelled very good.
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