Playboy
Bally, 1978Quoted from o-din:I wonder how over 18,000 Playboy pinball machines ever managed to show up at malls, bowling alleys, miniature golf courses, donut shops, movie theatres, etc.. without the kind of backlash we are discussing here.
Or we were all too stoned to care.
Quoted from Jjsmooth:Don't think they'd hit that number today.....
We'll, since pinball is basically dead compared to that Era, let's look at something more tuned into our times. Casinos and slot machines. Bally Gaming/Bally Technologies has produced about the same number of Playboy slots with many still in casinos world-wide. Slightly more females play them than males.
Okay then. First put in one of the four Big Dick games. Then when you take it out and replace it with the far less offensive 1978 Playboy machine people will thank you for doing so (and no one will complain about the Playboy).
I had a '78 Playboy in my game room when my kids were growing up. I never had a complaint. I guess some people are just too sensitive; none of them must have visited my game room. Now that I think about it I had Silverball Mania right next to the playboy. SBM is more suggestive than Playboy.
So this is off-topic, but it's still about Playboy. I saw this joke in a Playboy magazine back in the late 80's. Thought it was funny enough to remember it, and it's clean enough to be able to tell in mixed company. Hope you enjoy it as much as I have over the years:
This guy walks into a bar around 3 in the afternoon. The place is empty, and he slides up to the bar and orders a beer. The bartender serves him the beer, then heads back over to the corner behind the bar to continue reading his newspaper.
The guy starts sipping on his beer, and he reaches into this bag he brought with him, pulls out a miniature grand piano, and sets it up on the bar. Then he reaches into the bag and pulls out this miniature grand piano bench. The bartender glances up over the top of his reading glasses at this, but is more interested in his newspaper than the goings-on, and goes back to reading.
Pretty soon, a little man jumps out of the bag, hops up on the bar, sits down at the piano and starts playing this beautiful music. Well, this is more than the bartender can stand, so he strolls over to the guy at the bar and says, "What the hell? This miniature piano, this little piano player, what's this all about?"
The guy looks at the bartender and says, "I was at the beach this morning and I found this magic genie bottle. In fact, I still have it," and he reached down in the bag and pulls out a genie bottle. "Do you want to try it?"
The bartender is skeptical, but gives it a rub. Poof! Out pops a genie. The genie says, "I grant you one wish." The bartender is no dummy, and says, "I'll take a million bucks." The genie puts his hands together, bows his head to the bartender and says, "Your wish is my command," and is gone in a puff of smoke.
As soon as the genie disappears, the bar is full of ducks. There are ducks everywhere. On the bar, under the tables, flying around the room....there must have been a million of them.
The bartender looks at the guy and says, "Hey, is your genie an idiot, or deaf or something? I said I wanted a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
The guy takes a long sip from his beer, looks up at the bartender and says, "Pal, do you REALLY think I'd wish for a 12-inch pianist?"
Okay, okay, that's the best I've got. Now back to pinball. 
Quoted from Dooskie:So this is off-topic, but it's still about Playboy. I saw this joke in a Playboy magazine back in the late 80's. Thought it was funny enough to remember it, and it's clean enough to be able to tell in mixed company. Hope you enjoy it as much as I have over the years:
This guy walks into a bar around 3 in the afternoon. The place is empty, and he slides up to the bar and orders a beer. The bartender serves him the beer, then heads back over to the corner behind the bar to continue reading his newspaper.
The guy starts sipping on his beer, and he reaches into this bag he brought with him, pulls out a miniature grand piano, and sets it up on the bar. Then he reaches into the bag and pulls out this miniature grand piano bench. The bartender glances up over the top of his reading glasses at this, but is more interested in his newspaper than the goings-on, and goes back to reading.
Pretty soon, a little man jumps out of the bag, hops up on the bar, sits down at the piano and starts playing this beautiful music. Well, this is more than the bartender can stand, so he strolls over to the guy at the bar and says, "What the hell? This miniature piano, this little piano player, what's this all about?"
The guy looks at the bartender and says, "I was at the beach this morning and I found this magic genie bottle. In fact, I still have it," and he reached down in the bag and pulls out a genie bottle. "Do you want to try it?"
The bartender is skeptical, but gives it a rub. Poof! Out pops a genie. The genie says, "I grant you one wish." The bartender is no dummy, and says, "I'll take a million bucks." The genie puts his hands together, bows his head to the bartender and says, "Your wish is my command," and is gone in a puff of smoke.
As soon as the genie disappears, the bar is full of ducks. There are ducks everywhere. On the bar, under the tables, flying around the room....there must have been a million of them.
The bartender looks at the guy and says, "Hey, is your genie an idiot, or deaf or something? I said I wanted a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
The guy takes a long sip from his beer, looks up at the bartender and says, "Pal, do you REALLY think I'd wish for a 12-inch pianist?"
Okay, okay, that's the best I've got. Now back to pinball.
I'm committing that one to memory. 
Quoted from Electrocute:In 1978, Hugh Hefner was 52 years old hanging around with very young girls. Some still in their teens. How sick is that?
Electrocute made a good point and it wasn't overlooked.
What I mean is given the opportunity who would have ever even thought about wanting to trade places with such an ill man?
This game is absolutely terrible. What you really need to ask yourself is, why would I want this super annoying game that isn't any fun in my lineup?
Quoted from o-din:Electrocute made a good point and it wasn't overlooked.
What I mean is given the opportunity who would have ever even thought about wanting to trade places with such an ill man?
Not now, he’s been dead for over 5 years.
Quoted from imnitguy:This game is absolutely terrible. What you really need to ask yourself is, why would I want this super annoying game that isn't any fun in my lineup?
Because mine, which has been completely restored last year, was one of three originals in the Living Room Bar at the Playboy Club and Resort at Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, in the 80’s. A little over two years ago, it was gifted to me in an estate settlement. It’s now a permanent part of my own Bally collection, not far away in Milwaukee! She’s a beauty!
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