Hoping to keep up with his football team of nubile girlfriends, porn-peddling high society codger Hefner (86) sought out the Grail Sanctuary a few years back. He swigged dry Martini from a cursed cup while filling his pipe and lecturing the Grail Knight about how to make love to a woman.
The louche millionaire froze mid-giggle as the wrath of God took hold. Moments later, his eyeballs shot out like greased cocktail olives and his skin turned as papery as a centre-page fold-out. Oddly, his girlfriends didn’t mind one bit.
Hefner: He was the next man
They Chose Poorly 
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