All the requirements and Do's and Don'ts of being a Playboy Bunny gave me an anxiety attack just to read about. I would never have been able to keep my tail clean and fluffy.
I'd have been fired in the first fifteen minutes. A coworker of mine actually was a Bunny back then and worked at the Playboy Resort in Northern New Jersey.
I swear to Christ, if you bitches do NOT show up for Bunny Meeting this time, I'm not only issuing demerits, but I'm going to rip those tails right off of you and throw them in the toilet.
And it's really great. Like, SENSATIONAL. I do love my job.
But...I keep getting demerits for holding my cigarette after I puff. If I don't, that bitch PapaBunny keeps stealing drags as soon as I set it down. If she keeps doing that, I swear I'm gonna stop meeting her no matter how much she begs.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian