
A couple years ago, Bill Murray’s habit of crashing random house parties in Brooklyn spawned a feature in Page 6. (And of course, there’s also the famous, possibly apocryphal story about him coming up behind people walking alone in central park, covering their eyes, and saying “Guess who,” and then when they turn around to see Bill Murray, whispering, “No one will ever believe you.”) Point is, Bill Murray crashing peoples’ parties is nothing new. But I guess him crashing private karaoke rooms is sorta new. From TheChive:
I was sent these photo after Mike and his friends went out to have a few drinks at their local Karaoke bar, Karaoke One 7 in NYC. Shortly after their arrival, Mike noticed that a couple women had just walked into the place with a man that looked a lot like… Bill Murray?! The crew went out to confirm that the man, was in fact, Bill Murray himself. Mike’s friend even mustered the courage to invite Bill to chill in their room, but they just laughed it off. There’s no way that was going to happen.
I’ll let Mike take it from here:
“About 15 minutes later we get a knock on the door… IT’S BILL F@#KING MURRAY! We were all shocked of course but at that point we were already pretty trashed so the party just kept going. He was super nice and they all fit right in. His girl was really cute, and as far as i remember, from Amsterdam. She sang a bunch of random French songs!
At some point he bought us all a round of some weird green drink and wouldn’t tell us what it was. I later found out it was Chartreuse some French liqueur made by monks. Apparently you are supposed to sip it … like an idiot I just shot it down.
The high point was when Bill and I sang a duet of an Elvis song called, “Marie’s the Name.” Random I know, but so was the night. We were all drinking and dancing and screaming our asses off.
We tried not to make him feel uncomfortable though of course later we all joked about picking the Ghostbusters theme. Amazingly, they stuck around the entire night, about 4 hours. As you can imagine it was all pretty surreal. Something I will never ever forget…Viva Bill Murray!”
Who the hell sips Chartreuse? Anyway, we all love Bill Murray stories, and I think it’s because he shows us that, rather than letting fame turn you into an egomaniac or a recluse or a Scientologist, there’s another possibility, the possibility that one might use celebrity for fun pranks and mischief. I think it would be great if he’d roofied the Chartreuse. I guarantee no one would be mad. “Dude, did you see that? Bill Murray date raped my girlfriend! BILL F**KING MURRAY!”




Bill Murray rufied my Chartreuse once and redecorated my house while I was unconscious. True story.
Sidenote: Bill Murray has impeccable taste in window treatments.
I would have serenaded him with my favorite karaoke song, “Scarlett Johansson–Seriously, Did You Hit That?”
Apocryphal FIRST!
Bill Murray always gets so wistful around the holidays.
Would it kill him to crash Saturday Night Live during that fucking Miley Cyrus sketch?
“There was some hilarious shit on SNL this week!”
“No one will ever believe you.”
Man, this is just like the time Val Kilmer gave him extra guacamole on His Cheesy Gordita Crunch!
Bill crashed his divorce judge’s chambers. Well he HAD extra cocaine.
I’ve heard he drives a gypsy cab around NYC to fuck with people…
[Crappy strolls up wearing nothing but a pair of assless chaps with the legs tossed over his shoulders]
Bill Murray sure is sorry he messed up your black panther party.
Kevin Federline crashed my dance party and left a hole in my floor.
And another one in my heart.
Man, I feel gypped. My karaoke parties only get crashed by Paul Rudd.
“Hey, Bill Murray! Come join our karaoke party!”
All right, but is it cool if I bring my old friend Dan Aykroyd?
“Oh, you know what? Nevermind. Yeah, the fire marshall was just in here and said that we couldn’t have anybody else in the room because it’s so full and that can be a hazard. Hey, good to see you though!”
The Mighty Feklahr only crashes His car into Paul Reiser.
Jenkem + chartreuse = shartreuse?
They didn’t sing “I Got You Babe?”
Total wiff.
Hold on… hipsters, black frame glasses, western shirts… poor Vince was in the bathroom.
You watching, Mel Gibson? This is how a drunk, former 80s icon deals with his demons in the bottle — banging french chicks and sipping on monk juice.
Fuckin’ Jew. He only bought one round and it was that bourgeoisie fart juice? What an asshole! You can take your bourgie sippin’ drink and shove it straight up a dogs ass!
Hey Burnsy, can I take this saddle off now? Sumbitch is starting to chafe something fierce!
Matthew Broderick will crash your life party like Rebecca Gayheart.
OMG! That’s so random!
Bill Murray gets to party with a batch of hipsters. Malkovich gets nailed with beer cans. Which is worse?
I love the idea of Bill Murray stalking around Central Park like a Batman-esque vigilante, just to prank people.
You don’t want to know what Bill will do to your fondue party.
(burnt testicle)
John Graziano will crash your karaoke party as long as you only promise to do ‘Classical Gas’.
Bill Murray and James Franco will show you the best gay ganbang rape you’ve ever seen… and no one will believe you.
Ben Rothlisberger learned all he knows about talking to chicks in bathrooms from that Bill Murray story.