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When Hugh Jackman and Australia director Baz Luhrmann hang out, as you can imagine, it’s just a couple of good ol’ bros, broin’ out, doin’ bro stuff. Watching the footy, blowin’ the foam off a pint of suds, and of course, doing karaoke dressed like Japanese schoolgirls. You know, like bros do. Give me a pound, dog, let’s rock this town.

From Jackman’s recent interview with MTV:

“I actually did karaoke with Rob [Pattinson]. That’s random, isn’t it?” he said. “We were on our way to Japan, and he was promoting ['Twilight'] and I didn’t talk to him at all on the flight, because he’s this really tall guy with a hood over his head literally [ZOMG, R-PATTZ IS IN THE KLAN! -Ed], and every time I’d go to the bathroom, I’d be like, ‘Man, that guy takes some serious sleeping pills,’ because this was him [slumps over] the whole time.”

But the twosome quickly went from strangers on a plane to friends at a bar. “When he got out, I was like, ‘Hey, man,’ and Baz Luhrmann was also on the flight because we were promoting ‘Australia.’ So we went out to this Japanese karaoke bar, and we invited Rob, and he came,” he said. “And it was so much fun. Man, he’s got a voice. Really soulful.”

Jackman expanded a bit on the night’s debauchery, revealing what really goes on at a Japanese karaoke bar, for the uninitiated.

“The first thing you do is you get inside this room, the doors are closed, and there’s, like, eight of you,” Jackman explained. “So it feels a little weird. And then all of a sudden, they open, and they bring in these boxes, which are basically [full of] dress-up [clothes], and it’s all girls’ clothes. I was a schoolgirl, Baz got dressed up, and Rob did not. He was too cool for school.” [hat tip: videogum]

As much as I want to make fun of Hugh Jackman for being a fruity actor who can’t stop singing and dancing for five seconds, in all honesty, hanging out with him actually sounds fun as hell. “At first it felt a little weird, but then they brought us some schoolgirl outfits and Oy was like, ‘Suit up, blokes, it’s toime ta pahty!” I’d be lying if I told you I’ve never been to that kind of party.

And yes, that was an Abba reference in the photo caption. Because I guaran-goddamn-tee you they sang some Abba. Australians love Abba. Those people are the gayest racists on Earth.

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!”

I know there will come a time, probably very soon, when I’ll get tired of Linkin Park guy singing to his computer while trying to eye hump his web cam.  But for now I love this goofy son of a bitch.  Really, I dare you to watch the first ten seconds of this and not laugh.  It’s impossible.  He does the echo part so well! I’m not gonna lie, I miss the tank top a little. And wait a minute, is that a wedding ring I see?  Are we to believe that there’s a Mrs. Linkin Park guy?  I believe a duet is in order.  God, how awesome would it be to see Mr. and Mrs. Linkin Park guy, Rooster, and Trish, all rocking out to Ozzy in the Neverending Story van?  I’d party with ‘em.  (*chugs budweiser, chucks can at bonfire*)

[Thank Bobby Hacker for discovering this guy]