At least in my dream last night, he did. I was part of a team of Jewrnalists selected to go on a tour of Rogen's mansion: we wandered through drafty, marble halls, listening to the echoes of our footsteps and gawking at enormous beds and kitchens preparing sumptuous feasts (all strictly kosher, we were assured), and I waited for my chance to interview him, which never came. Best I managed was a handshake and thanking him for having us.
Deconstruction: I blame my recent outing to Runyon Canyon - at the top, we looked into the valley and saw houses that were enormous even from afar, houses I will never see from the inside because they are owned by the incredibly wealthy Hollywood elite.
Nice that even in my dreams, I'm a Jewish writer.
Also, I blame this clip (via Cinematical), which I received on Friday afternoon. If you're listening for his trademark gruff, Rolf-the-muppet voice, don't bother - this clip is either shortly after his bar mitzvah or eerily pre-weed. Enjoy.