One more note about myself:
Since I established my presence in this virtual world of RLC, quite a few friends over the net were either curious or confused whether or not I was really "the Hef". Well, I did not intend to confuse you. Nor do I want to doubt myself any more who I really am. Folks, I am actually not real me just like you're not real you here. :) Untill you trace every electronic bit back to my home in Beverly Hills, I have no way to prove or disprove to you whether I'm the real Hef. As I was told many times before, on the Internet nobody knows you're a god. :) Granpa Hef could certainly be impersonated over the net by a dude dialing up his phone line in Zaire. Or simply those naughty bunnies who live with me down in the hallway in my Playboy Mansion might be trying to masquerade as me in order to pull my legs. Or maybe one day the king decides that he would not want to brush his own teeth any more. So, a hacker could be hired by myself to make love on my behalf to my playmates in the cyberworld. :) Well, the possibility is infinite and the chance of my being myself seems to be one over a zillion. So, you need to use your common sense to guide yourself. As people are saying, if it looks like a duck, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it must be a duck. If you feel I'm your old Hef, then I am. If you think this Hef is a fake, surely you don't need to pay me your homage. It is all up to you. As beauty is in the eyes of the beholders, Grandpa Hef is only in the eyes of his worshippers and admirers too. Hope you got my point right. May Goddess Aphrodite bless all the free souls of America! Now I need to sit back and spend my good time to find more hottest babes in the world.

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(Note: If you'd do biz with Playboy, please go talk to Christie instead of me. Call 323-276-4000 and ask the operator for a transfer. Thanks! )