I lived in a house with 8 guys in St. Cloud, Minnesota. Six of them were from Virgina, MN. Also known as The Range. The Mesabi Iron Range where men are men and 70% of the women are too.
One day I stopped at the local bakery and picked up day old bread. I bought loaves of white, rye and pumpernickel. Once home I diced, seasoned and baked the bread into croutons. The kitchen was a mess with croutons set about everywhere to cool. One of my roommates, upon seeing the mess, called me Mouton The Crouton. He was a business major and wasn't versed in French so I'm not sure where he came up with that. Divine inspiration possibly? Later that night it got shortened to Mout the Crout and eventually to just Mout. The spelling Moot was the first time I ever saw it written, which was on my broomball broom. We had a broomball team named after some weird farmer from Wisconsin. Our team name was the Ed Gein Farm Club. Ever since then I have been Moot and for good reason.