Why do I find it so charming that, after 30+ years in Hollywood, Bill Murray still shows up to his own movie premieres in an ill-fitting, possibly dirty suit, looking like he just wandered in after crashing a kickball game? (By the way, the previous sentence is all that remains of a long and incredibly inappropriate Open Letter To Bill Murray that I just wasted approximately half an hour on. I decided it was unsuitable for the public eye. Bottom line: I have a big, creepy crush on Bill Murray. He’s older than my dad. Who should I see about this?)
