Holly Madison reveals hell with Hef in Playboy Mansion.
Very quickly, Madison learned that everything about Hef’s life — and the lives of his girlfriends — was an illusion. The mansion itself was in grave disrepair, the carpeting stained with urine from his nine dogs. Most of the bedrooms had cheap, outdated and beat-up beds and dressers, and some of the girls taped over vents so they could smoke crystal meth without getting caught.
[—] The girls were not allowed to work, and Madison soon became bored and depressed. The Playmates were supposed to be icons of sexual freedom, yet here they were, locked up behind mansion walls like ’50s housewives. For lack of anything better to do, Madison decided to clear out Hef’s bedroom and organize his massive collection of scrapbooks and VHS tapes. Her worst discovery at the mansion, she says, was a tape labeled “Girl and Dog.”
“My stomach turned,” she says. “I was like, ‘What the hell is this?’ ” MORE
I won’t believe this….I’ll hold onto my own 10 year old’s memories…. from Animal House…”Thank you God””…
If I could arrange a Steel Cage Match between two historical figures of the 20th Century, Hugh Hefner vs Teddy Roosevelt would be very high on my list. I’d put high odds on TR beating the living shit out of degenerate Hef and I for one would love every minute of it
Wonder how she would feel to know that she has helped perpetrate a hyper-sexual fantasy of the ideal of what a woman should be, that is now being used by every mentally ill homosexual who claims to be “trans-sexual”?
She and her like are what these freaks are trying to emulate with body mutilation, and the full attention and support of the far left wing 24/7 attention whores in the media.
I really have little pity for her, since its been obvious for a couple of decades that ‘ol Hugh just ain’t what he used to be, no matter how much viagra he takes, or how much voltage she was asked to apply to his prostate. Hugh has been a lecherous old bastard so long his picture is in the Wiki entry on the subject…
Big bra, small hat…
We are Rome under Caligula right now.
Spit!!
The Playboy mansion is as dilapidated and diseased as Plum Island Lab 257.
I’m not very sophisticated, but I am pretty sure I could have predicted that place would be a degenerate hellhole.
It’s hollyweird. What part of it ISN’T an illusion?
Why would she think living in an old brothel, with an old pimp, would be a nice thing?
That old perv prob’ly gets chased with shovels every time he steps outside — that’s if he doesn’t combust in the sun.
she expected what, exactly? To not be treated like a prostitute?
And she called that being “sophisticated?” what lofty goals.
Remember the 3rd Indiana Jones movie where the Nazi guy drank out of the wrong cup and began to rot in fast motion? That’s what it must be like to be a bunny and fuck Hefner.
Nine dogs pissing up the carpet, rundown furniture, animal porn, drugs, a house full of playmates and what does Hef do on “club nights?” Jerk off to the girls simulating sex on his bed.
Why doesn’t he just use one of his magazines like everyone else?
Sophistication and plastic titts are rarely found at the same place
Nine dogs a apissin’ and ashittin’ gimmeafuckinbreak.
I see that she’s cashing in too. As while she was Hef’s #1 girlfriend another former playmate wrote a book with all those descriptions that she made. According to the other book, it was Holly who had to clean up Hef’s c*ck in between f*ckings with the house mates, all lined up to get a ride on Hef.
They should have done a Hef segment on Dirty Jobs.
So if what she says is true, then it is a pretty $hitty reality. But to have “nothing but contempt” for the man who you sponged off for years, got a spot on Dancing with the Stars because of, and are now poised to rake in more cash by denigrating seems to be just the perfect picture of feminist “reality.” I bet her shrink was a femminazi who only blamed Hef for her similarly complete lack of morality in prostituting herself for trips to the salon. Take a hard look in the mirror.
I’ll bet it smells reeaaalll nice………
I couldn’t help but feel a little filthy after reading that whole story.
The internet killed the printed porn industry.
Seriously, a party at the PB mansion?
I’d be afraid to touch anything, let alone go for a swim.