Here is an email my good friend Rob Strong sent me earlier today its worth the humor:
I was on a film shoot from noon till 2a.m. Liu and I are doing extra work for our new hobby. ‘Gotta shoot the breeze with Rob Lowe about 1 a.m.
The conversation went something like this:
The buzzer buzzes, a room full of extras sigh with relief, and Rob, the extra runs up to the assistant director, grimacing and holding his crotch like a little school-boy.
Oh, God! Please! We have five minutes
till the next shot gets set up. I’m an old
man, and I’ve gotta take care of my
prostate! My bladder’s distended like a
The Assistant Director waves Rob on without even looking, continuing to argue with the other Assistant Director through his head-set.
Just don’t try to come back in if the red
Rob smacks open the steel door, and stops for a second enjoying the cool night air. He begins to stroll quickly down the sidewalk toward the bathroom-for-extras on the other side of the trailers. He hears the door open again behind him and turns briefly to see a black-clad figure walking swiftly just behind him.
How’s it goin’.
Hey, man, okay. I’ve got a tank load of
coffee to get rid of. I didn’t know we’d be
here this late.
Yeah. I know. I’m gettin’ ready to go
fire some up myself.
Right on, man. See ya.
Rob Strong continued to stroll swiftly toward the bathroom, his distended bladder taking up more thought space than the brief encounter with celebrity.
As he peed into the urinal, he grinned with elated relief. Then he thought to himself
Holy shit! I just talked with Rob Lowe
about piss and coffee.??