Producing the first draft of my column is always like passing some sort of ragged stone. Whether I'm writing about drinking in a 5 a.m. bar or Dirty Barbie, beads of perspiration, squeezing, grunting and writhing in agony all go with the territory .
I know I'm finally getting somewhere when the stabbing pains start to subside and chortles, smirks and inhalations of revelation slowly begin to take their place.
So that's what's I'm doing today.
To mirror the experience in a modern cyber-sort of way, I offer this absolutely darling interview with one of Hef's Girls Next Door courtesy of Chelsea Lately. It may cause you to have a fit of pain or a bout of laughter. I guess it all depends on your point of view.