Well, on the corner there was a Playboy poster. And I thought to myself, "So, why is there a Playboy poster on the corner there?" Then I saw the four girls sitting at the table next to it, and the cosmic searchlight of truth hit me full in the face: they were signing the issue *they* were in.
My freshman year, they did a "Girls of the Big Ten" spread, and I was going to get a copy signed for my uncle back then, but I didn't care enough at the time. This was my shot to make up for lost time.
So I wandered over, asked 'em what was going on, had my suspicions confirmed, and went in to purchase a Playboy. I came back out, pulled off the plastic, and handed it to the first girl. I think she'd dressed for the occasion, cuz I could see all the way down her shirt (it wasn't fully buttoned). She was the cutest of all of them.
So I hand her my copy, and she looks at it, smiles, and asks, "You haven't even opened it yet?"
"Nope," I replied.
"Well, let me show you where to look!" She said.
So she opens it to her picture and signs it. She passes it back to me, and flips two pages back, and points at the other girls. "They're all on this page." She batted her eyelashes at me, I smiled, and went to the next girl.
She was much less impressive-looking, but still kinda cute. She signed it and passed it back to me without a word. I handed it to the next girl (one with very fake breasts) and got her to sign it. Then I handed it to the last girl. As she was signing it, a couple of guys driving by decided to honk at them. I asked if it were a common occurance, and she said, "It is today."
Well, I took my copy back, looked at the first girl, gave her a wink, and went to eat.
I'm gonna have to read the articles before I send it to my uncle.