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Ring Around The Rosie

Jan 23, 202422 min
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The horrifying truths of nursery rhymes...Crystal Hefner reveals all about Hugh Hefner in her new memoir...breaking stories non-Patrons are missing out on,

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Fame. Uh, he'd liked to be walked on a leash and play really dirty, kinky sex games. Is uh. The guy put the cock in the peacock network. Okay, bitch, Hey, everybody aj Benzi here with fame is a bitch. This is your free show for January twenty third, twenty twenty four. Oh one two three two two four. Rainy day today, very dreary as I look out my window onto this beautiful golf course in Summerlin, Nevada. Still guys playing golf in the rain. Unbelievable. Anything

to stay away from their wife for farms amazing. The terraining gets pouring. The old man is snoring. Remember that, Remember that nursery rhyme or our parents sang to us and we sang to our kids. Most people think it's about not just a wholesome nursery rhyme about weather and some clumsy guy. No, that's not what it's about at all. Sorry to break this news to you, but the real meaning behind this nursery your rhyme is pretty unsettling. The old man, in fact, is suffering a very bad hangover, and

that led to his untimely death. Its raining is snoring. The old man is The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning because he was dead. That's the truth.

Doesn't describe any specific person, but that is a cautionary tale. It's got nothing to do with the weather at all, even though our parents sang it to us and we sang it to our kids whenever it was Basically, this is about an old man who liked to drink a lot, and raining and pouring refers to alcohol being poured very liberally, as if it's raining and

pouring cocktails and shots. So the guy was drunk. He was fucked up, and after he drank so much, he couldn't stay awake, and he was nodding off and snoring, and he figured he'd sleep it off, but he was so drunk he probably couldn't even walk a straight line. So when he went to bed, he stumbled, fell, bumped his head and it was some bump because he couldn't get up in the morning because, like I said, the guy was dead. Nursery rhymes, when you really look into

them, will ruin your childhood memories. I did a show many years ago about the hidden drug meaning in all the Christmas songs, some are about cocaine. I mean, it's not true, it's just what I've come up with. You know, chestnuts roasting on an open fire is about cooking crack cocaine, jack frost, nipping at your nose as a little coke dealer, I'm dreaming of a white Christmas is obviously cocaine. Little drummer boys a dealer, they called him. But rump bump, bump, bump, get it pretty

good show. But it's raining its poort. That's about alcoholism and also major head trauma. Some of you may I want to hear the rest of what I'm gonna say, because some of these nursery rhymes have a very dark past. Remember the muffin man, he's a pedophile. Ringing around the rosie. Oh that's very dark. Ashes ash, we all fall down. The ashes what you're referred to in that nursery rhyme were supposedly a reference to the sound

which someone makes when they sneeze. The ring around the rosy part refers to a rash like skin reaction, and the pocket full of posies was something people would carry in the hopes of helping them ward off disease, and the all fall down part is an obvious reference to people dropping like flies ring around the rosy people was about the black plague and the muffin Man, as I just said, do you know the muffin Man, the muffin Man, the muffin

Man. Do you know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane. Oh, yes, we know the muffin Man, the muffin Man, the muffin Man. Oh yes, we know the muffin man who lives on Drury Lane. Oh we all know the muffin Man, the muffin Man, the ah

Fong Gol. Sometime in the fifteen hundreds in England there was a mean old pedophile named Frederick Thomas Linwood who lived on Drury Lane and would lure children to his house by tying muffins to a string, And once the kids grabbed the muffins, he'd have his way with them, and he killed about fifteen of those kids. Yeah, nursery rhymes are terrible. Some of you may have nub ones right now. Try to avoid these nursery rhymes. Even Humpty Dumpty

is not what you think. Humpty Dumpty was not a person or an egg It was a massive bulbous siege cannon that exploded at the Siege of Colchester the year sixteen forty eight during the English Civil War. It was placed on a wall, and the explosion killed and named a lot of Royalist soldiers, and the gun was completely shattered, so that all the king's horses and all the king's men could never put Humpty back together again. Yeah. I never really

understood an egg on a wall anyhow. It didn't make sense even when I was five. What's an end doing on a wall? And how can you put an egg back together? It's kind of sloppy. Other nursery rhymes have equally horrifying origins. Bab Bab Black Sheep dates from the time of Edward. He was the prick who imposed a harsh tax on sheep farmers. One for the master. That meant one portion of the wool for the king, one for the dame that was the Virgin Mary or the church, but none for

the little boy who cries down the lane. That was about the farmers who were left with no profit. Nice euh Georgie Porgie pudding in pie. That was about the handsome guy. George Villiers, the first Duke of Buckingham who seduced the wives of other men at court. He also may have been the first King James lover. He kissed the girls and made them cry, but ran away when the boys came out to play. So we're talking about adulterous

sex, unfair taxes, the brutality of war. Very unlikely themes for children's stories, and some are even more grim. Oranges and lemons. That's about the root of a condemned prisoner on his way to the gallows, past the churches of London, and of course he would go around the mulberry bush. The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush. That's about a prison in Wakefielding and whether the inmates had to exercise around the mulberry tree in the yard. Nice

some of those women kill their husbands. Rock a bye baby on the tree top, Now what you think it is? That refers to an event just before the Glorious Revolution. The baby in question is supposed to be the son of King James the Second of England, but was widely believed to be another man's child. A changeling smuggled into the birthing room in a bedpen to ensure that there'd be a Catholic heir. And the wind that rocks the cradle is

the Protestant forces blowing in from the Netherlands. And they speak of a Protestant wind ensuring victory. The cradle was the house of Stuart. The Glorious Revolution, of course, replaced athletic James the Second with the Dutch King William the third. This is what we sing to our children, and these are the things that were sung to us. Somehow amazingly they put us to sleep.

I used to do a joke when my kids were nodding off in bed, and I would I would just take a very familiar cadence, the da da da da da da da da da da da, and I just put crazy words in there. And now it's time to go to sleep. And maybe people will steal some sheep, and when the sheep shit on the lawn, the man will take his gun and kill them all. Them all. The kids don't know. They're two three years old. They sitting there nodding off to some horrible song. There was a man who rate the girl, And

I mean, you could say anything. My wife's so mad at me, so it's funny. But this is what we do to kids. This is what was done with us. Anyhow, Let's talk about an obnoxious ex wife of Hugh Hefner having been watching the Secrets of Playboy on television lately, all these girls coming out of the woodwork getting to say some horrible things about you Hefner now that he's dead and can't protect himself. The latest, of course, is Crystal Hefner, who wrote a book called Only Say Good Things.

Surviving Playboy and Finding Myself actually comes out today, and she reveals in this memoir that she found little spy holes at the foot of Hefner's bed, which was evidence that he was taping his central escapades. And she asked him what are they for? And he said, I used to do a lot of filming VHS. I had hours of hundreds of sexy tapes. And she asked him if his subjects knew they were being filmed, and she says, he

said, it's my bedroom, my house. Whenever you walked into the Playboy mansion to go to a party, there were signs up that said cameras were everywhere, basically, so you were being filmed. Now, I don't think it set that up in the bedroom, but once those signs went up on the mansion front door. It took away the allure of going to the Playboy mansion. Nobody wanted to be filmed. The whole point of a Playboy mansion party was nobody got to know what you were doing. And I was lucky

enough to go to those parties before the cameras were everywhere. Once Hefner got the reality TV bug with the E Channel and had cameras everywhere, then the big stars stopped showing up. I remember one night talking to Jack Nicholson back in the corner of the bar, and he's like, ain't the same thing when the cameras are everywhere? And it's not. That's the new world.

So Hefterer had a camera or cameras in his bedroom and he told her that he had a list celebrities on tape, as well as videos of wild orgies with celebrities and politicians and business leaders, some of whom were married. I don't think he had them to use his blackmail like Jeffrey Epstein did, but look I liked Heff I considered him a friend. I would visit him when there were no parties at Dimension. I would swim in the pool or in the grotto, and lunch with him privately alone. I liked him a lot.

He was very wise when it came to women and life and the way of the world. If he had those videos, I don't think he used them for blackmail or was about to. But I do know from a good source that the days before he died, when it was obvious he was going to go, this big trunk of videotapes that he had of these sexcapades were taken on a boat by one of his bodyguards who I know very well, and driven out into the ocean and dropped into the dark water, never to

be found and never to be able to view. But Crystal Hefner thinks the cameras are out of commission by the time she got there, But they were in the carved wood panels. She's got a lot to say. She married him back in twenty twelve when she was twenty six and he was eighty six. Anybody with that kind of age difference, come on, if you have to own day seven, eleven and eighty six, you wouldn't have married him. If he owned an autobody, you wouldn't have married him. This is

ridiculous sixty year age difference. And she was with him until he died in ninety one years old in twenty seventeen, and she says she spent the night in his spectacular and crowded bedroom, where she and Christina and Carissa Shannon, a pair of twins who were also his girlfriends at the time, and some

of the girl named Amber, took turns pleasing Hefner. There was no kiss seeing, no romance, no intimacy, she says, and even that first night, she said, even on cloud nine, it all felt odd and robotic, like hef was just going through the motions of something that had once been fun and sexier. Maybe he was never fun or sexy. She also says in her book that their marriage didn't stop him from bringing other women into

their bed, but she preferred it that way. She says he still wanted sex to be a group activity, and while that was distasteful, it was better than the alternative. She says, the handful of times he tried to

be romantic with me, it was just awkward. It was clear he had no idea how to do it. And when she and other girls would travel with hef in his limousine to go to nightclubs, he would bring a disposable camera, and he wanted to have the girl's flow ash the camera, pull up their skirts, spread their legs, show everything, she says, and a lot of girls did this, and she watched as those cameras filled up with incriminating images, and she says she happened upon thousands of those photos in

shoe boxes in the mansion's attic. She says there were about seventy staff members and they could open any draws at any time, So I don't think he really cared about people's privacy. But she thought that this was me in these photos. What would I have done with them? So she ripped them all up by hand and threw them out. These people who married half for dayd half have really decided to open their mouths now because it's time to write books

and make some money. It's not a ton of money. It'll just be in advance of fifty thousand to sell and then they'll get nothing else. She's keeping the Heffner last name, although she wants to drop it eventually because she's done with that part of her story. What makes me sick is all these girls who were talking, whether it's Kendra Wilkinson or Holly whatever, the fuck Madison and this one Krystal Hefner, who was actually a very beautiful girl.

Why didn't you just leave? You had so many chances to leave, but you stayed. Why? And I have a theory that was given to me

by somebody who was at the mansion. A lot that Crystal, Now, that was a tunnel from the Playboy Mansion to another home in Holmby Hills that was owned by this Greek multi millionaire who eventually bought the Playboy mansion, and she was having an affair with him, and they would meet in the tunnel underneath the two massive homes, and they'd go on dates, they travel together.

And whether or not you Hefner knew, I don't know, but I know for a fact she definitely was fucking around on Heffner while she was with him. I also heard, again unsubstantiated, but I heard from playmates who are very protective of Hefner, who only say good things about him, that there were rooms in that mansion that had black mold and they weren't repaired.

In that Crystal Hefner and her mother, who moved into the mansion, by the way, used to rub his toothbrush on that black mold the night before, he brush his teeth in the morning. Whether or not that's true, I don't really know, but that's what I've been told. I mean, they gotta live till he lived a long, good life. But I don't know how much brushing your teeth with black mold affects your lifespan. Put it that way. I'm giving you guys a lot. I'm giving you guys a

lot. Listen. Go to patreon dot com slash Famous a Bitch to hear my inside takes on Alec Bowin's manslaughter charge. I got the inside scoop on why Madonna's concerts are always two hours late. I also have the inside first on why Bruno Mars plays Las Vegas so often, and what Justin Timberlake is getting paid to sing for one night at the Las Vegas hotel and casino Fountain Blue. And a huge source of mind reveals whether Michelle Obama is going to

run in twenty twenty four or not. And also not for nothing, I gave a very moving tribute to the death of Sports illustrated. These are the things you're missing by not spending five bucks free birds, and I know you like me. You spend monthly dollars on Netflix, Amazon Prime, Hulu, Mas Paramount or Peacock to see you a few football games, and I guarantee you you don't use those services on a daily basis. I know you don't

because I don't, and you're just like me. But if there's one podcast you need to pay for for five bucks, it's going to entertain you and enlighten you every single day, and that's Fame as a Bitch. So, like many of you have done the last two months, which I'm very grateful for, go to patreon dot com slash Fame as a Bitch and hear me every day. Start your day with me, or go to bed with me,

whatever makes you happy. I'm aj Benzo. That was your free show for January twenty fourth or twenty third, I should say, twenty twenty four. Chirp, chirp. Come off your perch, the windows open. Talk to you soon. Thank you for listening. Fame as a Bitch is an aj Benza Workhouse Connect production featuring the endless wisdom, insightful commentary, and sometimes fucked up perspective of aj Benza executive producer Mike Agavino

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