Whether it be karaoke, house party, or that fake story about him sneaking up on people in the park that I hallucinate during a coma fantasy, I think I speak for everyone here when I say that I hope I have at least one Bill Murray encounter before I die. Hmm, that’s a little morbid. Before he dies, maybe.
Anyway, the latest lucky Murray encounterer was a Packer fan, some tooly douche (probably) named Matt. I’ll let BlackbookMag take it from here:
“That picture is of him laughing in my face.”—Matt Katrosar
My friend Matt Katrosar flew to Chicago last weekend to hang out with some of his Windy City pals and attend the Bears/Packers NFL playoff game. He was wearing a Green Bay jersey (in support of old-school Packers legend Ray Nitschke) amid a sea of Chicago blue. During the 2nd quarter, Matt celebrated a considerably good play on the part of Green Bay with the usual hootin’ and hollerin’ reserved for such moments. That’s when he was blatantly shoved from behind. Turning to catch a glimpse of his assailant, he discovered his pusher was none other than Bill Murray, a huge Chicago Bears fan, who was unapologetically enjoying the moment.
Matt’s friend managed to capture a photo of Murray in mid-celebration, laughing at the rival fans. Naturally, Matt wanted a picture with the legendary actor. Murray’s response to his request? “Nitschke is a pussy.”
I want some of what Bill Murray has. There’s almost nothing he could do that wouldn’t be amazingly cool. Think about it: you could buy your three-year-old daughter an ice cream cone, Bill Murray could walk up and knock it out of her hand onto the sidewalk, and people would gather to laugh, and the only thing you’d be doing is fumbling to get your camera out. “Oh my God, look at her cry, classic! Oh please will you sign my daughter’s skinned knee, Bill Murray?”
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An afternoon with Bill Murray shoving people and calling them pussies or an evening railing coke with Charlie Sheen and his hired pussy entourage? It’s a toss up now.
The sight of Packers fans makes men bad and pushy.
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
Murray then fired a half-empty tall boy off of Jay Cutler’s helmet and returned a punt.
“There’s almost nothing he could do that wouldn’t be amazingly cool. ”
Too easy. Garfield.
Matt should change his name. He’s just one measly superfluous Canadian u from being named Matt Katrosaur, which sounds much more awesome.
This is just like the time my history professor shoved a nihilist and told him Nietzsche was a pussy.
Naturally, there was no response…
Bill Murray makes Ashton Kutcher watch while he fucks Demi Moore and screams, “Tell me how much you like your new daddy better than Bruce!”
Bill Murray calls Demi Moore’s pussy a Nitschke.
Murray gets a pass for Garfield because he’s allowed to make a movie his kids (and anybody else’s) can watch plus he deserves every peso he can squeeze out of Hollywood. Of course, after Kingpin and Tootsie, he gets a pass for everything up to and including nun rape.
/Fine, nun murder, but only in Europe.
Wow! Look at that pile of severed penis’s in Bill Murray’s trunk! Can we get a picture of you? Could you make like one of them is talking?
To be fair, Murray did pass on Garfield 3: Feline Groovy.
THAT’S MY LASAGNA, NERMAL. I HATE YOU, NERMAL. I HATE YOU.
Too bad I don’t believe this guy, Matt Katrosar. In fact, I don’t think anyone ever will…
I agree Upsetter. How the hell do you have Bill Murray sitting behind you at the NFC Championship and only realize it AFTER he shoved you to the ground? I’m calling shenanigans.
So, is Green Bay where all the fudge is made?
I am not Bill Murray. And that makes me sad.
I’m not sure a Hauer/Murray buddy movie would work, but man would I treasure the opportunity to get beat up by the pair of them. Dial M for Mischief, I’d call it.
he added, “AND YOUR CHEESE SUCKS TOO!”
*gasps
Matt Katrosar asked Bill Murray to autograph his bag of cheese curds.
Had to register after reading the second part of this post.
When I was like 4 or 5, living in the Manhattan suburbs, my dad took me to play mini golf (what used to be the 9W driving range, for anyone who knew it). As we were walking in, my dad carrying me (shut up), we came upon Bill Murray leaving with three or four other guys, which isn’t so weird as he lived in the area. As we were crossing paths, he told a joke and his entourage broke up laughing.
ALSO: I had an ice cream cone. That’s important.
So my dad, knowing Bill Murray for his work in, I dunno, I guess Groundhog Day had come out pretty recently, stopped to say hi and ask for an autograph. What did Bill Murray do? Bill Murray took my ice cream cone right out of my hand, and took a lick. I am not kidding. My dad put up with it because Bill Fucking Murray, but I was like “who’s this ugly motherfucker” and started crying. He gave it back and apologized.
From that day on I hated Bill Murray. Oh, and my dad hated me for embarrassing him in front of the guy who would go on to steal many more ice cream cones, which totally makes sense.
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This guy and Bill Murray definitely hit up Asian massage parlors to only ask for the PR special