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Originally Posted by patteeu
Are you a playboy bunny?
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That is a terrifying thought!
RANDOM PICTURE> Not a picture of me.
No, I'm just an ugly guy they pulled from the audience up on the stage during one of Cythia's numbers in the Playboy show "Skintight" at Harrahs.
We held our annual Fantasy Football draft in Las Vegas. That was half the reason I played fantasy football for 5 years.
I heard Cynthia Brimhall was in a Playboy show on the strip, and like a moth to a flame I was compelled to attend. I was the last guy in the door and sat in the back, really pissed I would not be closer up front to see Cynthia's performances.
Half way through the show, this half-naked Amazon showgirl grabs my hand and beckons me out of my seat and leads me all the way down the aisle and up on the stage where she sits my fat ass one of about 6 chairs. I say that like a half-naked Amazon showgirl leading you by the hand is ever is a bad thing. Nothing could be further from the truth.
So this was like a dream come true. Sitting on the stage, bright pulsating lights waving all around me, rock and roll music pounding from a 10-foot tall stack of speakers. And there she is, my all time favorite Playboy Playmate, Miss October 1985, Miss Cynthia Brimhall of Andy Sidaris movie fame, gyrating and grinding so close to me I can smell her lotion and see her sweet sweat glistening all over her pale velvet skin.
OK, maybe not that close, but damn close. We shared a stage in 2001 all the same and I sure haven't forgotten it, I will tell you. She has legs up to her shoulders and moves with the grace of a deer when she dances.
I didn't have the guts to try to go to her dressing room to heap worshipful praise of groupie fan-dom on her and maybe get a hug from my deam girl. Oh, I went to the side stage and waited several minutes while a crowd of stage hands milled around talking and barred the way, but as the minutes ticked off, my adrenal-erotic fog-induced compulsion to meet her gave way to feelings that it would only be a bother to her. So, I chickened out.
But we still shared a stage, and it is still a cherished memory 12 years later. Just to be that close to your all-time favorite dream girl looking that good, dancing and belting out the tunes, and all the while knowing EXACTLY what everything looks like under that pink penoir, well it does good the heart, mind and soul.