Please fuck off with the Bill Murray: it’s enough, we get it, what a brave and innovative position to take. Does he like the Cubs? Does he have an 800-number instead of an agent? Does he arble garble yarble shut the fuck up.
“BUT HE THOUGHT THAT THE COEN BROTHERS DIRECTED THE GARFIELD MOVIE.”
No, he fucking didn’t, not for one single fucking second.
When I hear people talk about their love for Bill Murray, I silently substitute the word “bacon” for his name, and all the sentences still make sense because the same bunch of trendsucking windowlickers that loved bacon now worship Dr. Venkman.
It’s the same bullshit, the bacon nonsense and the Murray foolishness: these are two things that no one doesn’t like. (Except for cardiologists and ex-wives, respectively.) How about blowjobs, do you like them? Naps? What about money? Do you like money? Because liking money is precisely as original as liking Bill Murray.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m a fan of the man’s, but I’ve also sat through that fucking elephant movie.