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Today’s the natal anniversary of our fellow Angeleno and blogger M. (the M. stands for Mystery!) Bouffant, who admits to being born in 19XX, which is obviously a clue, and which I believe means he’s “as old as Dos Equis.”  Since the brand was founded in 1897, this would make him one hundred and thirteen years old.  However, using the little gray cells, we note that Dos Equis was not imported into the U.S. until 1973!  And since “imported into the U.S.” is a euphemism employed by first generation immigrants to describe how their pregnant mothers snuck across the southern border to give illegal life to them on U.S. soil, we can deduce that M. (the M. stands for Monsieur — he’s that classy!) Bouffant is thirty-sevens year old, and the Most Interesting Anchor Baby in the World.

M. Bouffant in undated file photo.

A list of historic coincidences and slightly less interesting people who were also born this day can be found on M.’s blog.  (Could he actually be the head of Britain’s MI6, which would make him James Bond’s superior, and currently a woman?  Click the link to find out!  Then come back and tell me, because I couldn’t actually find that information there.)

Happy birthday, M.  You’re kind, generous, and wise beyond your years (unless you’re actually a 113, in which case, would you like some apple sauce?  And a straw?).

17 Responses to “Happy Birthday, M. Bouffant!”

Happy, happy to one of the koolest kids in Blogland!

“Most Interesting Anchor Baby in the World”? Perhaps. Definitely the nicest Anchor Baby in the World!

The very happiest of birthdays to you, M!

I just wanted to get in on the excess of Virgo (The most rational of all of the signs, though I think it’s a lotta bullshit.) births.

Oddly enough, I went to the same high school & college (did not “graduate” from either one) as fellow birthday celebrant Adam West. Never met him though.

Twiggy or Ann Coulter? (We like scrawny dames.) Tough choice. Think I’ll stick w/ the ladyfriend, who at least offers dinner.

Thanks, all, & many happy returns on your special days! (Arbor Day, for one!)

P.S.: XX = ’53. Where’s that applesauce?

Yay, someone is older than me!!1!
But not by much… save some applesauce.

Happy Birthday!

I forgot: on one’s birthday, most definitely stay thirsty.

The happiest of birthdays to you, o Malignant Bouffanted one! And many thanks for your continued good wishes and support throughout this past year…

Happy Birthday, M. Bouffant!
(And for me, the choice is easy-DEFINITELY Twiggy. You’d never see La Coulter appear on “The Muppet Show” acting out a skit based on an A.A. Milne poem. Although I saw a character in that episode who I thought was Ann-but it turned out to be Uncle Deadly.)

Well, gosh, the birthdays of the Illuminati are just piling up around here. Happy Birthday, M. – and that’s some classy looking blog you’ve got there. I’m afraid to read too much of it, though, since it’s plainly far more erudite and original than MY blog, and I might get discouraged. Not fair, since you’re also younger than me.

Additionally, Twiggy always seemed like a nice human being.

Yarrgh! Belated happy birthday to ye, M, ye scurvy dog. Also, too, Talk Like a Pirate Day. (Why is everyone ignoring that? Has it jumped the requiem shark or something? What’s next, Talk Like A Parrot Day? Talk Like A Palin Day?)

Anyway, happy birthday, hope you had a great one. Hope you got that leatherbound Twilight trilogy set you’d been wanting.

I gather Virgos are supposed to think astrology is a load of horseshit, that’s what proves it’s true, or something like that. And while everybody can tell you about their Virgo friends who do, what they won’t mention is that most of the rest of their friends do too.

I always forget “Talk Like a Pirate Day”. Probably because it’s never listed among the holidays on my calender.

Happy birthday to M. Bouffant. I feel so much less like an old fart now. I made you a birthday cake but I eated it… no, that’s not true. But I have poured a glass of Blackwoods Shetland Gin in your honour.

Stay firsty, my friend.

Happy Belated Birthday M.
’twas waylaid ‘pon yer day o’ birth due to parrot related activities

I feel so much less like an old fart now.

Between that & general service as a bad example, I feel my mission is being accomplished.

Oh fuck. I am SO sorry to have been in absentia lately and to have missed M.’s birfday entirely!!!!!!

I won’t bore you titless with excuses, just offering up my apologies and sincere best wishes for this year and all following. I hope that your birfday was a royal hell-raiser and that you were bulletproof and hangover-proof to boot!

Many happy days ahead, and the joy of helping us all get Dick Cheney up onto those gallows sooner than later, are what I wish for your birfday. Cross yer fingers, weirder things have been known to happen!

“Additionally, Twiggy always seemed like a nice human being.” — Li’l Innocent

If it helps any, she’s also dear, longstanding friends with Tim Curry, and has gone-in on several of his quite-successful real estate deals/developments in L.A. over the years. Found a lovely “interview” (her of him) on YouTube from the early ’90s, that really was more of an old-buds’ coffee klatch than a phony-smarmy ol’ “celebrity interview.”

Dammit, I *always* forget about “Talk Like A Pirate Day,” every damned year, until it’s too late. I keep expecting Mentis to remind us over to M.O.B., but he keeps having shit like a LIFE and work and a house and so forth that seems to distract from/prevent him celebrating one of his own favorite holidays/meme events.

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