This
just
in:
likes
sex.
Shocking,
no?
But
what
you
might
not
know
is
that
the
octogenarian
smut-monger
(of
whom
Dish
is
completely
enamored)
has
actually
batted
both
sides
of
the
bunny.
The
New
York
Post’s
Page
Six
reports
that
Steven
Watts’
upcoming
book,
“Mr.
Playboy:
Hugh
Hefner
and
the
American
Dream,”
contains
some
details
from
Hef’s
life
that
would
most
certainly
not
appeal
to
Playboy’s
general
readership.
“Hef’s
thirst
for
sexual
experience
became
so
strong
that
he
even
had
a
one-time
homosexual
experience,”
Watts
writes.
“One
evening
in
downtown
Chicago
he
was
propositioned
and
according
to
[a
friend]
thought
‘what
the
hell.’
Found
it
an
interesting
experience.
As
far
as
I
know,
the
guy
just
gave
him
[oral
sex.’]
So
there
you
have
it.
The
man
who
brought
sex
to
the
suburbs
actually
has
done
it
all
…
or
had
it
all
done
to
him.
And
probably
thought
about
the
Barbie
twins
while
it
happened.
And
totally
didn’t
enjoy
it,
you
know,
because
some
things
are
just
physical
reflexes
and
don’t
actually
mean
anything.
Plus,
he
was
probably
drunk.
At
least,
that’s
how
most
straight
guys
react
in
that
kind
of
situation.
Hefner,
always
the
class
act,
only
had
the
following
to
say
to
Page
Six:
“This
is
the
most
authoritative
book
ever
written
about
me
…
It’s
all
essentially
true.”
Dish
has
to
run
out
to
CVS
to
buy
an
extra
toothbrush
and
some
hand
towels,
because
it
looks
like
is
moving
into
her
column.
The
newly
svelte
fashion
designer
has
graced
Dish’s
purple
pages
so
many
times
that
his
name
might
as
well
be
on
the
lease.
This
week
he
appears
courtesy
of
some
cavalier
racism.
The
Shophound,
a
New
York
blog,
reports
that
Jacobs’
West
Village
store
has
recently
begin
selling
T-shirts
with
a
rainbow
Confederate
flag
printed
on
them.
The
$18
shirt,
called
“Rebel
Pride,”
appears
to
be
half
cotton,
one-quarter
polyester
and
one-quarter
Harriet
Tubman’s
tears.
Dish
is
thinking
about
sending
Jacobs
ideas
for
a
new
clothing
line
called
“Rise
Again”
that
can
feature
pink
swastika
hoodies
—
that
would
be
another
hot
item,
for
sure.
While
the
worlds
of
hip-hop
and
professional
sports
are
generally
unfriendly
to
the
homos,
cultural
ambassador
is
uniting
the
two
communities
and
teaching
them
tolerance.
He’s
seemingly
done
this
by
getting
his
salad
tossed
by.
In
a
video
posted
to
celebrity
gossip
site
TMZ.com,
O’Neal
performs
a
freestyle
rap
at
a
New
York
City
nightclub,
the
chorus
of
which
is
“OK,
Kobe,
tell
me
how
my
ass
tastes.”
Clearly
a
sensitive
lyricist,
on
par
with
Leonard
Cohen
or
Jens
Lekman,
the
rapper/baller
went
on
to
say
“
I
love
‘em,
I
don’t
leave
‘em,
I
got
a
vasectomy
so
now
I
can’t
breed
‘em.”
continues
to
do
her
family
proud
through
a
combination
of
talent,
chutzpah
and
not
being
a
freakish
shut-in.
Variety
reports
that
Ms.
Jackson
will
be
executive
producing
her
own
reality
show
competition
on
MTV.
On
the
show,
Janet
will
handpick
dancers
from
locations
like
YMCAs,
community
centers
and
local
churches,
and
then
have
the
dancers
compete
in
various
street
locales.
“It’s
really
about
finding
who’s
the
next
Janet
Jackson
or
or,”
says
the
show’s
producer
Dave
Broome.
Dish
admires
Broome’s
bravery
in
mentioning
Janet
and
Justin
in
the
same
sentence,
but
questions
his
sanity
for
thinking
there
could
ever
be
another
Janet
