Excuse Me, Bill Murray And Jenny Lewis Are Possibly Maybe Dating?!

Here is a couple that feels wrong and strange to me, but some members of the staff of this website cosign it with every fiber of their being. Bill Murray, America’s oldest hipster, and Jenny Lewis, America’s other favorite hipster, are “special friends,” according to a source speaking to Page Six.

Lewis showed up at a party for Murray’s upcoming film “Rock The Kasbah,” and at one point, hopped on stage to join Murray and do what she does best, which is shake a tambourine and have bangs. The pair were later seen at the Hunting Inn at the end of the night.

But! This is not the first time that Lewis and Murray have been seen together. Our intrepid contributor Lauren Vinopal spotted Murray and Lewis together-but-apart-but-still-together, like celebs do when they don’t want to be linked in the press, walking over the Brooklyn Bridge for a Poet’s House event in June.

Jenny Lewis and some guy.

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Is your mind blown? Are you reeling in shock? Are you shaking your head at this unlikely pairing, as unfamiliar and foreign to your mind as a peanut butter and mayo sandwich, anchored with an onion on Wonderbread? Do you not understand how the world hasn’t imploded from twee? We found out yesterday that sentient Victrola record player Zooey Deschanel named her daughter Elsie Otter. The world’s capacity for winky-cutesy-bangs-and-ukelele happenings is boundless; it cannot be contained.

“Special friends” is what you call the person you’re fucking when you don’t want to admit that you’re actually fucking them, or are too famous to do so without causing a large commotion. Beyoncé and Jay-Z are husband and wife; Kylie Jenner and Tyga are probably somewhere closer to “special friends.” Bill Murray and Jenny Lewis are special friends, friends whose friendship is so special that she encounters his nude downstairs region on occasion. Maybe? Probably. They are.

Own it, Lewis. Sing it from the rooftops, Murray. May your union be a blessed one, full of slouchy winter hats and plaintive shanties sung in reedy voices fit for a Wes Anderson movie montage. We wish you the best of luck, and godspeed.

[Page Six]