Whether on film or in real life, Bill Murray simply doesn't give a fuck.
The origin of the word awesome dates from around the end of the 17th Century. The word therefore lay dormant and largely inapplicable for almost 300 years until William James Murray was born in 1950. Since his starring role in Meatballs (1979), Bill Murray has been known as an awesome comic legend whose wit is drier than a nun's gusset.
Though we highly doubt he's been anywhere near one to find out.
Throughout the 80s and early 90s, Bill Murray was in some of the best comedies to grace the screen, including Caddyshack (1980), Ghostbusters (1984), and Groundhog Day (1993).
Then he appeared in Space Jam.
Since then, many of his comedic roles have been much more dramatic, showing that not only is he a comic genius, he is indeed a fine actor.
Pictured: Fine acting.
Currently people are awaiting the return of Bill Murray as Dr. Peter Venkman in Ghostbusters III with a mixture of both nerdgasmic excitement and cynical apprehension. Ivan Reitman, the director of the previous two outings, has sent the script to Bill Murray, but until it gets his Seal of AwesomeTM, the wait will be more agonising than Garfield.
Let's just hope he's not too old for this shit.
Bill Murray has had a colourful life off-screen, and it began when he got five years probabtion for trying to smuggle five bricks of marijuana through Chicago's O'Hare Airport. If only he hadn't joked to another passenger that he had bombs in his luggage, he probably would have gotten away with it.
What can we say, the man likes to get high.
It may have put a dampener on his medical career but he hasn't exactly been strapped for cash since. However he has mellowed in his vintage years somewhat, and doesn't really go in for all that party hard nonsense ... Who are we kidding, he parties harder at aged 60 than most of us ever did when we were young, dumb, and full of the joys of Spring. But does he give a fuck?
That would be a no.
Not content with trying to smuggle enough pot to choke a donkey or, say, getting shitfaced and driving a golf cart around Stockholm, it seems if there's a party to be had, Bill Murray might just crash it. Whether it be partying with young Norwegian chicks, cutting out the middle man by getting behind the bar after rocking up with the Wu-Tang Clan, or crashing a guy's karaoke night, a mid-life crisis has never looked this good. Again, was one fuck given?
Hell, the man even makes golf look good, though mainly due to the accidental violence he brings to the game. He made a woman think she was having a stroke when he hit her on the head with a golf ball, and, being Bill Fucking Murray, tickled her belly to make it all better. Though that's not as awesome as the time he signed a coke bottle for a guy after he busted his nose with it. And who gave a fuck?
Not this guy.
If you're reading this, it means you're human, and if you're human, it means you think Bill Murray is awesome. We don't need to convince you any further, now go re-watch Quick Change or something.
He's also the only reason to sometimes watch Letterman.