Monday, April 5, 2010

Born this day

Yes, me, that's who. So you know, happy burfday and all that.

I love when people start talking about who they share their birthday with, because it allows me to sit back and then casually announce that mine is the same as

ABBA crooner Agnetha Faltskog (definitely woo to the hoo)

Booker T Washington

Greg Peck

and Spencer Tracy

which leaves everyone sort of "Oh yeah, that's nice," but then I roll out the big guns:

Miss Bette Davis. Top that, bitches. Well, actually my friend Ray claims he was born on Buddah's birthday, which is sort of tough to compete with, but even there, I'm not sure I don't come out ahead.


  1. Hope you had a good one, sweetie. You deserve it!

    As for moi, the best I can do is Andy Williams, Gloria Gaynor, and Chrissie Hynde. Oh, yeah, and Dame Edith Sitwell. Yet somehow it all makes sense.

  2. At first I was jealous of the shared birthday with Gregory Peck, but then you dropped the Davis bomb.
    I may stay in bed all day.

    Oh yeah.

    Happy Birthday!

  3. Has the birthday gurl received her spanking?

  4. happy birfday n' stuffs!

  5. There are simply not enough baby girls named Agnetha.

    But their is only one MrPeenee - HOORAY!

  6. Well, I don’t like to brag or anything but I share my birthday with Arnold Geulincx, Sofya Yanovskaya, and Sri Daya Mata.

    Then I haul out the big gun…Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands. That always shuts up the crowd.

    Happy birthday Peenee

  7. Happy, birthday, Mr. P, and wishes for many more to come. Miss J will not even try to top to Bette Davis connection. It's simply not possible. If it had to be someone she knew, she's glad at least its Mr. P.

  8. Damn!
    I can't begin to compete.

    The best I got is Ruth Buzzi.

  9. Happy Belated Birthday, Daaaahling!!!

  10. I knew I smelled 'Margot Channing' all the way to the Windy City. Happy burfday; I will look into the heart of an artichoke in your honor, doll face!

  11. Sorry I'm late. Happy After-Birth Darling. Uh, well you know what I mean.


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