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best party crasher ever?
if i was Bill Murray i would do exactly the same. I'd imagine you'd get such an ego boost if you were feeling down. "I know, i'll find a house party, let people tell me how great i am then go home".
Bill Murray & Ian Poulter walked into that house party in Scotland and ramdomly started doing the washing up to confuse everyone
"While at a golf tournament with British golfer Ian Poulter in St Andrews, Scotland, Murray was invited by a student of the university to a house party. Murray went with him and the student reported in Scottish papers that he acted just like he had in the karaoke scene of Lost in Translation, being incredibly fun and energetic. Upon realizing that there were no clean glasses in the house for him to have a drink from, Murray volunteered to do the dishes and was said to be very amiable and unpretentious. Ian James Poulter (born 10 January 1976) is an English golfer who is a member of the worlds top two professional golf tours, the U.S. based PGA Tour and the European Tour. ... For other uses, see St Andrews
what were they doing in Scotland!?
There's a link to a newspaper article about it on wikipedia I think. Amazing scenes, I'm sure.
I'm throwing a house party.
i want to move to brooklyn now and have a house party every night, and carry on doing so until Bill turns up.
of constant partying, you'd be a mess: dishevelled, unshaven, unwashed, exhausted, malnourished. You'd desperately keep up the partying by shuffling around among the built-up detritus of weeks of inconsiderate party-goers to a Spank Rock song while holding an empty wine bottle. Reporters would occasionally drop in on you to get a quick story tinged with sadness, which would always end with you removing your sunglasses to show your Slurms McKenzie bloodshot eyes.
Eventually everyone would leave you alone and you'd be lying among the broken glass and mouldering pizza slices one night and Bill Murray would float in on a cloud of incense, spilling light in to every corner of your infested studio apartment. He'd smile beatifically at you, do the washing up, then leave just as you lose consciousness.
WAS HE REALLY THERE?