Weebles made her graceful entrance on A Clown on Fire on April 29, 2012. We quickly discovered that we both shared a love for coffee beans—not the picking part, this should be left to the fair trade farmers, but the French pressed kind, in a large cup… repeatedly. We found common grounds: insomnia, Rush (Weebs loves Rush, and Le Clown loves to hate Rush), and the word fuck. Our relationship soon developed into something like:
Julie and Eric took their banter behind the scenes, and a friendship blossomed over the next few months, with their every day correspondence. Julie, you’re a magnificent™ blogger, and my closest friend… right after my beautiful and extraordinary wife. Happy 68th birthday. And fuck off.
Rush, because I Need Some Love. I can’t believe I’m Here Again, but I’m doing the Best I Can. I love that we’re Making Memories in this place, because really, that’s all we have In The End. Every day, you grow Closer To The Heart, but keep that Entre Nous. I know I’m a Far Cry from what you might have dreamed of in a friend, and I’m Nobody’s Hero (plus I Think I’m Going Bald and habour Malignant Narcissism), but if you Stick It Out with me, I can call you By-Tor and, By-Tor when you call me, you can call me Snow Dog. Call me Snow Dog.
Happy Birthday, fine woman. What an amazing people you are. Happy to know you, and happier to call you friend. xo
There once was a Weeble with a blog
That were I a dude I’d surely snog
When her birthday came ‘round
She found love by the pound
And hopefully a gallon or two of fine grog
Happy Birthday sassy sexy Dame Weebs
Hope it’s a great great year
With loads of love and sparkly things
Shiny love bright and right
Have a wonderful birthday!!!
You rock like 24 carat gold
Loads of love
Happy Birthday Weebsey!
I don’t recall when I found you but I’m glad I did.
You are filled with fire and passion and truly don’t give a shit what anyone thinks.
I don’t always agree with you, but I always, always feel welcome at your place.
You are that friend that provokes, evokes and inspires.
You make me laugh, you make me think and yes, some of your posts, have made me get all misty inside.
You have a way about you that keeps people coming back for more — you spark conversations, you engage and you never, ever hold back.
“Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.” That’s you. That’s the friend I know and love.
I’m so glad I “know” you and I wish for you the best, the best birthday — EVER.
This is for you: The best as I can speak Madame Weebles-speak about your birthday, “You rock that bitch and don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.”
For you I do this, because I love ya. I love ya more than my luggage.
Happy Birthday Weebs.
Salutations Madame Weebles!
Have a most joyous Birthday ~ January is most honoUred to have you.
Happy Birthday Madame Weebles!! January Birthdays are the best, and saved for the best kind of people. It’s just too bad that I’m Mormon and Mr. Weebles is in the picture. Hmm…I still love you though, even if you think Mini is cuter than I am. (If you look close you can see that my beard is turning calico, not on purpose. She better watch out!) I hope you have a wonderful birthday, with many-many more to come.
With Love and Blessings,
Weebles, I made you a gigantic mashed-potato birthday cake. Be careful when you blow out the candles. You might die of an orgasm.
Who knows how many years ago it was, but on this day circa something, a special little Weeble was born. And since that time, her presence has made the world a better place. Or at least a more fun place. Happy Birthday, Madame Weebles. I’m so happy I wobbled your way!
Hey Madame. Happy God damn birthday! Since you were unprepared for the wrath of Sandy, my gift includes the following. Act surprised when you open it.
- Life raft. Le Clown will man the paddles.
- Rubber boots, size 12. Those aren’t for you. They are for Le Clown so he can fetch your mail, your cat, or your low-fat, decaf, mocha with three pumps. Or, whatever else your little heart desires.
- Nor’easter for your cat. You don’t need one. Le Clown has you covered. Ew. Maybe I’ll give you a Nor’easter of your own.
- Box of rations . . . caviar, champagne, pate, and Le Clown’s nose roasted up a la S’mores over the campfire.
- A hamster on a treadmill to power your house when the electricity goes out during a storm. No excuse for not blogging during the next super-storm, right?
- The biggest virtual birthday hug (from me) you’ve ever received. Move over Le Clown. She’s mine.
Madame, you were born on the same day as my loyal follower. That was a great day indeed. So, I wrote this Queen for the day medley just for you.
♫♫♫ ♫Weebs, you’re a champion my friend ♫♫ and you’ll keep us laughing to the end. Weebs is our champion, Weebs is our champion, no time for fuckers, Madame Weebles will rock you. She will! She will rock you! Oh, look another one bites the dust. She’s issued a challenge to the whole human race and she’ll never lose! Yes, Weebs is our champion, she’s quite a champion and those fat bottomed toys make our rockin’ world go round! ♫♫♫♫
Happy Birthday Madame! Mwah!
After the sinking of our schooner, The Unnamed Schooner, in February of 1789, Weebs and I found ourselves stranded on a small island. Alone and without food or weapons, Weebs decided (she took a vote while I was fast asleep and it was unanimous, apparently) that the only way to survive was for us to begin eating my limbs. For the next 7 months, we survived by eating my arms and legs, until we were rescued by a spirited group of pirates. I owe Weebs my life as I no longer suffer from my affliction of multiple arms and legs. Today, as what is considered a normal biped, I am happy to consider Weebs a friend and wish her all the best.
Happy birthday, dear Weebs. Have a leg on me.
When I learned that I could add you among all the incredible Capricorns I know, a lot started to make sense. We Capricorns are the kind of people no one forgets. You love us or you hate us, but we have that indelible ear-wormy quality. I am so glad to have “met” you on the Intertron this past year, Weebs. You have made my blogging experience so much richer, and I hope to meet you some day so some of your magnificence (and I think Le Clown will agree that we can call it that without any copyright infringement) will rub off on me. Happy birthday!
As a new blogger, I lurked around Fear No Weebles. I’d seen that sniper kitty leave kick-ass comments, and I was impressed. Her posts were even more amazing. But this blogger often feels like the baby sister toddling after her older siblings, wishing she could be cool like them. So I never clicked the follow button. Silly me, I know. But you can imagine my reaction when an email arrived from WordPress on 25 June 2012 telling me that Madame Weebles was now following my blog. Once I found my jaw under the couch after it fell to the floor, you bet I hit the follow button. To this day, I kick myself and wonder why I didn’t do it sooner. Because how fun is it to now have searches like “weebles clip art” lead to my blog? And to have Le Clown ask me to join in the birthday celebration? Wow! So have a very happy birthday, Weebs, and keep up the awesome posts! I’m thinking some hot dead guys and chicks would be a fun way to kick off the New Year….
There is a Madame named Weebles
Who is given to an occasional
That she is not older but better
And deserves her own parade.
(Okay, the limerick sucks but Happy Birthday anyway.)
Happy Birthday, Weebs!
My spiritual guru and advisor. Thank you always for your kind, thoughtful words. Sending you warm, cuddly hugs and kisses. Oh, and Fuck You! You Hottie. I love you.
Happy Birthday Madame. Remember, weebles wobble but they don’t get older. That’s how that saying goes, right?
Dear Madam Weebles,
Birthdays are wonderful ways to cry at the fact that your mother deliberately “forgot” to get you buttercream frosting on your sixteenth birthday cake and instead decided to order a cake covered in buttercream’s STD ridden cousin, whipped icing. And then you get to sit there and watch her beg for your forgiveness even though she only has one job and that’s to please you and buy you a brand new car. How hard was that, mother??? How mother fucking hard??? It’s not like I asked for that god awful pink Mercedes like Stephanie Cummings, who, may I remind you, acts like her last name! I’m a lady, mother! I deserve a car and buttercream fucking icing!! I’M A FUCKING LADY!!!!
Anyways have a wonderful birthday, Madame Weebles.
Yours in therapy,
A very happy birthday to my fellow Capricorn!
As a Capricorn born on January 10th, your loyalty, discipline and intelligence are amongst your most well known qualities. Although you may be a bit shy at times, you have developed many close, committed relationships. Those closest to you greatly appreciate your loyalty, but probably have as much admiration for your discipline and quick mind. By far one of your strongest qualities is your ability apply whit and determination to all of your efforts.
For more on your day, look here: http://www.famousbirthdays.com/horoscope/january10.html (or don’t I won’t be offended. Hell, I won’t even know.)
But since you’re a cat lover, I give you my true birthday gift.
Long may you purr, Weebles.
A special I.O.U. post for Madame Weebles here.
If there’s ever a bar fight, I would like to be on Madam Weebles’ side.
And not just because she probably started it.
Happy birthday, Weebs!
Happy Birthday from your left coast blogger friend, sending you Capricornian Reiki Love!
Oh My Gawd,
What’s this I hear?
A Birthday for Weebles?
Delightful rumors, spread from abroad!
We celebrate with laughter
And a whole lotta love
Happy Birthday, Queen Weebles
Right now to you, and not a single minute after!
The Weebs is alluring and won’t be censored.
The Weebs is someone who needn’t be mentored.
She is strong and fly and feeling giddy
To kettlebell her weight around;
She’ll make it look so pretty.
The Madame is a darling but she won’t show you;
A photo is a lucky break if you follow her blog too.
She lives a la New York and is a huge fan of Rush
This Madame is so wonderful, she turns me all to mush.
Happy Birthday Julie!
Since you’re such a “Cat” person, we thought you might enjoy a nice portrait of the beautiful Cielo. You’re welcome. Happy Birthday, Weebs. We love you! – Cathy, Peter, Leo and Cielo
Val (Arty Old Bird):
Dear Madame Weebles–Happy Birthday–for this international event I feel not quite up to the job–love your blog, love your spirit, and I would do a song and a dance for you if I could sing and dance. Here is a haikuish dedicated to you:
Happy birthday to
you, happy birthday to you
Happy Birthday Dear
oops ran out of syllables–but I hope you have the best birthday ever! Your humble follower~ LouAnn
On this day of birth, let us honor not only you but the vagina from which you were shit. Shat. Squirted. Kicked out. Expelled. Let us honor all those boys during your childhood who were lucky enough to have their balls punted by your tremendous right foot. I’m sure they crawled home thinking, “I won’t wash my balls for a week. Damn, I should have asked her to autograph them!” Let us honor those police officers who were about to give you a ticket, until you rolled down the window and simultaneously – with just a smile – cranked up their penises. Penii. Dick en masse. Let us honor those women who watched with jealous claws as you strode the avenue with one glorious, fabulous, handsome man – on those days when your husband was busy. And let us honor the handfuls of toilet paper that were lucky enough to be dragged along your ass. See, it’s not just about you but about the destruction that lay in your path and the mark you’ve left on the world. And your panties.
Saints be praised and pints be raised,
She’s a cranky old lady at the age of 44
Her favorite color is purple
but loves kitty cats more.
She eats too much junk food
watches too much tv
she loves lincoln and roosevelt
i think you’ll agree
she loves computers and ipods
real books, and phones with a bell
give her a fountain pen
or go straight to hell
she’s hard-core new york
she’s got an opinion
she serves it up hot
but to you she will listen
so fuck you madame weebles
have a happy birthday
from one mid-atlantic east coaster to another
we just say shit that way.
Weebs – As a person who inspires and frightens me from enough states away that I still watch my step, here are two links that are close to both of us: one for wine and one for handbells. Happy Birthday!
A weebly, wobbly witch GIF for Madame Weebles from her sister with the scissors, Nicole. Happy, happy birthday!
*****Ye who’s name do not appear, leave the Weebles a birthday wish before her wrath is bestowed upon you.*****