The Girls next door have two too many

Hef called Holly, Kendra, and Bridgette into his bedroom. "Girls, I have a problem. Given the economic problems the country is in, I'm having to lay off people, so I'm sorry to say, but two of you must go."

"Not me!" said Holly, "I'm really your girlfriend!"

"Whatever, bitch!" said Kendra, "I'm the one who's for real!"

"Yeah, right, I'm the only one with half a brain!" said Bridgette.

The girls knew they had little going for them outside of Hef, so they quickly turned against each other.

"Now, now, girls," said Hef, "we're going to settle this Playboy style."

"How's that?" asked Bridgette.

"You'll see. Tomorrow night at 8, be in the back yard wearing your sexiest bra and panty set."

Hef dismissed the girls.

At eight, the girls came to the backyard. They saw a twenty by twenty wrestling ring three feet off the ground. The ring held a pit filled with 18 inches of sticky mud. Hanging on the ropes that enclosed the pit were paddles and handcuffs.

Hef came out in his silk robe. "Ladies, the last one standing gets to stay, and as an extra incentive, the first girl to submit or get kicked out, gets her head shaved right then and there." He pointed to a barber's chair with straps on the foot rest and arm rests to secure the person in.

Each girl gasped, but each was determined to win.

In a half and hour, a crowd of 100 of Hef's friends showed up as well as a TV crew. The event was being carried pay per view.