I know, I know, worthless without pics, but anyway I was on a call last night at the motley crue/stones concert at the rose garden, going up the freight elevator to get to an injured person. Just before the doors close, we hear a "wait, wait!" and pam anderson, her son, and her little entourage cram into the elevator with us--her famous boobs within bumping distance. We just stood there dumbfounded. I've never been a fan of her and in general I hate fake boobs, but I must say she was smokin hot, better looking in person than on TV, though really skinny. She looked at my buddy who was carrying our heart monitor and asked, "Is that a debrillator?" "Yes it is," was his brilliant reply. I thought of giving her some smartass reply about baywatch, but before we knew it we were at our floor. Prolly no big deal to you cali maggots, but celebrity elevator encounters are pretty rare in these parts.
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