Showing posts with label Sylvester Stallone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sylvester Stallone. Show all posts

Monday, March 17, 2014

Did Sylvester Stallone start the Richard Gere gerbil story?

By Jack Brummet, Urban Legend & Rumors Ed.



We've all heard the Richard Gere gerbil story. Here is an interesting tale from http://sujet.co.uk (a now defunct website) about the origins of that story. It's almost as hard to believe as the gerbil story it purports to debunk.

"According to Stallone, Gere thinks he started the famous gerbil rumor because of a fight they had on the set of “The Lords of Flatbush in 1974 over a greasy chicken:

“I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper," said Stallone. “I said, ‘That thing is going to drip all over the place.’ He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I said, ‘If it gets on my pants you’re gonna know about it.’ He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay."

A guy spills a little mustard on your trousers and you come up with a gerbil story that follows him the rest of his life? Boy, that tells you don't ever f*** with Sly Stallone!
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Saturday, September 08, 2007

Richard Gere, The Gerbil Story, and Sylvester Stallone




We've all heard the Richard Gere gerbil story. Here is an interesting tale from http://sujet.co.uk about the origins of that story. And it's almost as hard to believe as the gerbil story it purports to debunk.

"According to Stallone, Gere thinks he started the famous gerbil rumor because of a fight they had on the set of “The Lords of Flatbush in 1974 over a greasy chicken:

“I was eating a hotdog and he climbs in with a half a chicken covered in mustard with grease nearly dripping out of the aluminum wrapper,? said Stallone. “I said, ‘That thing is going to drip all over the place.’ He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’ I said, ‘If it gets on my pants you’re gonna know about it.’ He proceeds to bite into the chicken and a small, greasy river of mustard lands on my thigh. I elbowed him in the side of the head and basically pushed him out of the car. The director had to make a choice: one of us had to go, one of us had to stay.

So a guy spills mustard on your pants and you come up with a gerbil story that follows him the rest of his life? Boy, that tells you one thing. . .don't ever f*** with Sly Stallone!
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