Hugh Hefner’s new twins, Karissa and Karina Shannon, painted their bodies with the jerseys of both Super Bowl teams. They’ve both claimed number 69, of course, because that joke never gets old.
Shouldn’t these photos elicit more than a subdued “meh” from me? True, the only thing separating their tits from the world is a thin layer of paint, but I was still more excited to find that Pop Tart under my bed.
In related news, guess who ate breakfast today?
You know, as great as it sounds to be Hef, it’s gotta get old after a while. And for him it’s been old for 50 years!
If that was me, I’d be doing some deviant s**t to those twins.
“Okay girls time to drink from Daddy’s colostomy bag.”
Or
“Okay girls bend over, Daddy’s going fishing to check on your digestion.”
Flat-tastic!
What sweet, modest little things they are! I promise they won’t recognize Hef when they see him here, but HIS desire will be no less intense!
Heh heh…”If you have an erection lasting more than three hours…” THREE HOURS? Poor humans…