Cheers to our friend from "Gangland" Massachusetts.

It was great to get to know you this past September - has it been 6 months already?! Looking forward to seeing you and some of the New England crew again the next time we are in the area.

Now, who do we get to jump out of the cake?

Happy Birthday, Bob!

Happy Birthday KaBob!

Happy Birthday, Bob. Hope your day is a special one.

cake jumper: Snooki?

Only if she's part of some kind of target practice with live ammo.

Happy happy?

Bob, just because it's your birthday doesn't mean that we're not waiting breathlessly for your next amusing anecdote.

Happy Birthday, Bob.

Happy B.O.B (birthday of Bob) you ol' S.O.B.!

Happy birthday, Bob! Get back here and make me doubt your authenticity some more.

Happy Birthday Bob!!

I'll vouch for Bob's authenticity after having the pleasure of meeting him in September as well. He is 'The Man, The Legend, The Dream' that you perceive him to be.

Happy "Date of Birth" Bob!

Happy Birthday!

Enjoy your birthday, Bob!

Bob, Happy Birthday, you old coot.

Best wishes, Bob!

Cheers,
Alan

Hope you have a memorable B'day BK

Bob, congratulations on another successful orbit around the sun!

Bob. Enjoy your day! Just remember all of the things your mother told you never to do

Then do those things!

Edit: I guess that is what you meant....

Bob, happy birthday, buddy! I hope your boyfriend gets you roses. I know how it would make your heart melt .

Peace and love,
Cam

I'm pretty sure he prefers tulips.

Maybe with some forget me nots and babies breath.....

Yup, that's our Bob!

Happy Birthday Bob!

You don't have to wait any longer. It isn't my birthday.
It's the anniversary of Julius Caesar's death. He figures prominently in many of my re-inventions as well as my multiple personality disorder.

A you may know, I am not a "Happy Birthday, Bob" kinda guy.
Having been purchased under gray circumstances, the actual date is in dispute, but we know that it all began in someone's Daddy's Hudson Terraplane. No one was over 18 and it was in March.

Not that even I remember more than 4% of my own posts, but I did mention, in December, seeing OK GO----- ON my birthday and not FOR my birthday.

My REAL friends would have picked up on that.

So, thanks, and thanks for nuthin. Phonies.

Besides, what the hell do you think the odds are that the death date of one of the world's supreme assholes would coincide the the birthdate of a bigger one. Get real!

But thanks for all the warm and fuzzies, you bleeding sentimentalists.

And if you really cared, then where are my f'n baloons!

I just put one out the window for ya, so maybe Randy can track it with that cool telescope of his and let ya know when it's coming near.

Denial will get you no where. Whether it is or isn't, you got 3 pages of happy in less than a day. Enjoy the moment.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?!?

We've been duped!

I hereby rescind all sentimentality and indefinitely postpone glad tidings.

Harumph.

Shut up, Bob; there's a cake by your name. You vill have a birthday, and feign happiness!

Happy Unbirthday, Bob.

I just blew up a whoopie cushion and sat on it for you. Cheers!

Happy Birthday Bob, I hope it was a good one.

I am also too lazy to search for his OK Go December post, so I'll just have to say "Happy Birthday" every day in this thread until he posts the real birthday again.

Huh...it isn't my birthday, either.

Happy unbirthday to us!

I'm just imagining you both being untimely ripped from your mothers' wombs.

Dang. I was looking forward to a birthday celibation today.

What day are we going to celebrate Bob's birthday next month?

Oh, shit! Did I miss Bob's birthday?!! I usually don't curse here, but in honor of Bob's birthday, it seems appropriate! Just kidding! I hope you had a good one, Bob!

We should have just celebrated Bob's 1000th post instead..... but we all missed that one.

I'll get this one in a week early:

Happy one year anniversary on the boards, BobKay!

More fuel for Tom's speculation that Bob has a bbigrig with a snowplow up there in Gangland.

I was convicted of theft before I sprang from the womb
They took me straight from my mother to a cell in the tombs
'cause I was a Catholic child
My blood ran red, my blood ran wild
I was a Catholic Boy
Conceived through pain, not through joy

Jim Carrol, R.I.P.

Seriously, everyone. Thanks for extending your warm feelings by going out of your way with three typed words and a mouseclick.

Lazy, I knew, but cheap, too?!?

For a belated birthday gift, a friend is taking me to see Patti Smith tonight------READ-----@ the Museum of Fine Arts.

I still wanna go. She's supposed to have been dead around the same time I was, so what the hell.

Besides, after 35 years of working at it, the program pic of her reveals that she has finally perfected the complete Keith Richards look. You could store pencils in her facial wrinkles.

I'll let you know tomorrow exactly how dull it was.

And see, when I'm lying, I always fess up. I'm not fessing about the 3-year-old with the poopy crucifix, though. No need.

BobKay = #winning

Still laughing.

Be careful or you might do a spit-take with your tiger blood.

Bob - I'm a little late to wish you a Happy Birthday!!!!

The good news is that you are getting to the point where you won't remember anyhow!!!!!!

Step right up, folks
And see Little Egypt do her
Famous dance of the Pyramids

She walks, she talks
She crawls on her belly
Like a reptile

Just one thin dime
One tenth of a dollar
Step right up, folks

I went and bought myself a ticket
And I sat down in the very first row
They pulled the curtain up and when
They turned the spotlight way down low

Little Egypt came out strutting
Wearing nothing but a
Button and a bow

Singing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gitchee gitchee gitchee
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

She had a ruby on her tummy and
A diamond big as Texas on her toe
She let her hair down and she did
The hoochie koochie real slow

When she did her special
Number on a zebra skin
I thought she'd stop the show

Singing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gitchee gitchee gitchee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She did a triple somersault
And when she hit the ground
She winked at the audience
And then she turned around

She had a picture of a
Cowboy tattooed on her spine
Saying Phoenix, Arizona
Nineteen forty-nine

Yeah, but let me tell you people
Little Egypt doesn't dance there anymore
She's too busy mopping and a taking
Care of shopping at the store

Cause we've got seven kids
And all day long they crawl
Around the floor

Singing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gitchee gitchee gitchee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah......

My three words:
Bob has birthdays?

Bappy Birthday!

Man, I am out of town for work all week (Atlanta area and St Petersburg, Florida) so I am trying to keep up on the happenings here via my cell phone just to find out about this fake birthday AFTER I post my Bappy Birthday comment.


Bah, I say... Bah... To heck with you Robert... To heck...