Do I have a thing or two to say about this.
The [tag-tec]Playboy[/tag-tec] people have been very busy designing the ultimate guy pad.
It apparently comes complete with that infamous rabbit on the front door which is located somewhere in the back of the two-car garage.
Yes, our hip [tag-self]urban[/tag-self] man doesn’t need a real front door; probably for good reasons. A hidden one behind his matching corvettes will do just fine.
No tricycles, Power Wheels or a John Deere allowed here.
So I guess that means no tantalizing Chicken Divan casserole simmering in the oven being lovingly cooked by the ultimate helpmeet Girl Friday, huh?
Upstairs our hip man has three luxurious levels of leisurely living without the confines of nagging wife and a “budget liberal enough to meet our needs” . That includes a pool, hidden TV, eight foot fireplace and that awful [tag-ice]Playboy Bed[/tag-ice] first featured in November, 1959.
Most guys can only dream, but when they do get hungry for a tasty home cooked meal they’ll probably be finding it in totally different digs.