A Side of Rice

Hopefully Humorous (and sometimes R-rated) Musings About Life

I Went to the Playboy Mansion — and All I Got Was This Stupid (Respiratory) Infection


Well it seems that nearly 200 (un?)lucky bastards were at a party at the Playboy Mansion. Poor things walked away with an infection. Not much of a swag bag giveaway, if you ask me. But I’m guessing the excitement of being able to say they

  1. caught something at the Playboy Mansion
  2. above the belt
  3. that required antibiotics

far outweighs the infectious discomfort of pretty much anything.

In some A-list social circles, an antibiotic-requiring affliction is like a Medal of Honor. Or so I’m told, since my circles are not A-list. And when “circle” is used in the same sentence as something about my life, it’s typically followed by the phrase “the drain”.

But did these folks really think they would visit the mecca of sexual hedonism (co-mecca, really, when you consider Charlie Sheen’s set up) without getting a little drunk high skeeved out itchy?

Perhaps Hef can consider a sponsorship – The (formerly Playboy Mansion) but Now [insert pharmaceutical company name here] Party Grotto. I hear he’s getting married again, so he could probably use some extra cash to help de-infect the reception area before the next batch of party guests arrives.


Author: A Side of Rice

Married, mom, marketing professional. Loves swearing, pedicures and celebrity meltdowns. Hates making dinner and working the little league concession stand.

6 thoughts on “I Went to the Playboy Mansion — and All I Got Was This Stupid (Respiratory) Infection

  1. They should make T-shirts.

  2. I’m SO glad you’re on Twitter so I can see when you have a new post.

    “The drain”…brilliant.

    • I look to you as the guru of all things so freakin’ funny and bloggy. Your blog had inspired me to start a blog about my mis-adventures with my hating-me-more-than-humanly-possible mother-in-law, but she had the nerve to die suddenly (and tragically, truth be told). Thwarted, once again.

      So, I decided my life musings were a good place to start. I only hope I can achieve your level of funny as shit.

  3. This sounds like a marriage made in heaven. Between Hef and the drug companies, I mean. Not between Hef and his latest bunny. Pretty sure Hef’s gonna be needing those drugs a lot more than the bunny soon.

    Then again, the drug companies may need him more. I’m betting he’s had and survived LOTS of infections. They could probably learn a lot from him.

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