My, how the times have changed. I wish the employee manual for my job read something like this!

Being the genius entrepreneur that Hugh Hefner was, he capitalized further on the sexual revolution of the 60′s and 70′s by opening a global chain of night clubs under the same namesake as his legendary publication. Creating a status symbol for the everyday man and filling his own pockets with millions of dollars he expanded the reign of the Playboy Empire.

Here is a quick bit of history from Wikipedia:

“The Playboy Club initially was a chain of nightclubs and resorts owned and operated by Playboy Enterprises. The first club opened at 116 E. Walton Street in downtown Chicago, Illinois, United States, on February 29, 1960. Each club generally featured a Living Room, a Playmate Bar, a Dining Room and a Club Room. Members and their guests were served food and drinks by Playboy Bunniessome of whom were featured in Playboy magazine. The clubs offered name entertainers and comedians in the Club Rooms and in the Living Rooms were local musicians and the occasional close-up magician. Starting with the London and Jamaica club locations, the Playboy Club became international in scope. Contrary to gossip and rumors, the clubs presented members and guests with a respectable and professionally run entertainment venue. In 1991, with changing times, the club chain became defunct. In 2006, a few new clubs were re-launched and as of 2011, there are operating clubs in Macao, Cancun, and Las Vegas.

Hugh Hefner was inspired by Burton Brown’s Chicago chain of Gaslight Clubs. The Gaslight Clubs opened in 1953, featuring women dressed in velvet, one-piece “bunny” type costumes, and had live entertainment.”

Below is a page by page snippet of the manual that was distributed to newly hired women to work as “Bunnies” in the Playboy Clubs.

Hats off to you, Hef!

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This awesome 86 year old man created an exquisite island many years ago and now lives with 120 tortoises. Video after the jump

Tortoises are my favorite so I would totally be down for chilling on a desert island with some tortoises and exotic fruits!

Nice video of ISER doing his thing.

Watching graffiti instead of doing it is like jerking off when your girlfriend is at work. But this video still makes me want to go get my hands dirty (Take that however you want).

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I’m not sure if Stoney St. Claire was more a tattoo master or cultural oddity, but he certainly carved out his fair piece of the game. Disabled by arthritis since the age of four his growth was stunted resulting in him being confined to a wheelchair. Stoney left home to join the circus and became a professional tattooer at the tender age of 16. He moved on to be mentored by both August “Cap” Coleman and Charlie Wagner, and the rest is history.

Lucky for you, there is some great documentation on this cult classic. That means you don’t have to listen to my weak ass description of this tattoo legend, you can hear it from the man himself.

Here is a trailer for a documentary on Mr. St. Clair:

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Customer: “This is my first tattoo… but I think I might get more a little later on.”

Stoney: “You will. I’m putting come-back in it. Just a little dew drop…”

Here is the full documentary:

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There is a also a detailed account of his life on this blog.

For years I have been talking about starting up a site called “Grown Ass Men on Scooters”. Fuck it, some one beat me to the punch.

I used to work with a guy in a restaurant who took a picture of every mullet he saw with a disposable camera. He kept the camera and copies of some of his favorite mullet sightings on his station with his knives and food prep for his own amusement. This was in Savannah Georgia, mind you. Prime mullet territory and the photo album was thick. I had to carry on the tradition in a way and here in Boston there is a long tradition of several things, mainly better-than-you-ism, smarter-than-you-ism and a complete lack of style or finesse in at least 90% of the population. Its a perfect storm of grown ass men on scooters. I have traced this tradition down to the influx of long boarders who began to invade college campuses in the late 90′s and early 2000′s. Cool guys who never learned to ollie. It seems that this trend further progressed to not only men who can not ollie, but men who can not stand up with out holding on to something (like a girlfriend). What do you get? Grown ass men on scooters. The funniest thing since scientology.

But really, I don’t judge. I do however take a picture every time I see one.

This tag team was spotted today by Mrs. ALPH in Cambridge, MA.

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