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Bill Murray Stories
"Nobody's
going to believe you"
The night of the show arrived and we stopped to grab a bite to eat at a
deli before making it over to the concert. As we sat eating pastrami on
ryes and chit chatting, a guy came walking into the restaurant, went
behind the counter, and made himself a soft drink. An employee
confronted the man, which caused us to look up and take notice that it
was Bill Fucking Murray.
Upon realizing that he was there, my ex grabbed my phone and started to
snap a picture. As quickly as she put the phone up, he approached and
grabbed the phone, snapping it closed. He then put the phone down on
the table, grabbed a bottle of mustard, opened it, and squeezed what
was left onto my ex’s sandwich. We practically burst into tears; we
were dying with laughter. He began to walk away, quietly saying, “No
one will ever believe you“, as he threw a $20 bill on the table. [Bill
Murray Stories]
Compare
him with, say, Chevy
Chase. I don't know what Murray's politics are, which of
course translates into he's not the typical Hollywood Liberal
assface. My favorite Murray movie—Groundhog Day.
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One insider says
the
company appreciates the fact that "celebrities and influencers" buy the
car for its excellence. But, he adds, "there's a certain element still
buying it possibly for very different reasons: the follow-on crowd who
just said, 'Well, so-and-so is driving the car, so I want one.'" To
combat such brand-deflating associations, recent marketing overtures at
Bentley have boosted cool folks like Carine Roitfeld, former editor of
Vogue Paris; the polo player-model Nacho Figueras; and Peter Brant, an
art connoisseur. Not a Hilton type among them. 
