Because of an incident that happened with a friend of mine (Some guy tried to start a fight with him by threatening to “take his cupcake”), I started pissing my friend off by calling him Cupcake. He replied back by calling me Twinkie, and eventually all the guys in our little loser clique had simular names (Cheesecake, Ho-ho, and a couple of others that I’ve forgotten). In the last few years, my new nickname to my friends has become (surprise, surprise) Sealemon.
When I was a kid I used to really piss my little brother off by calling him Bubba. I eventually expanded it out to Bubba Jorganson.
My GF has had this habit of calling me Dingleberry. The other day, I really got her by replying “Whatever, Skidmark!”
It’s The Adventures Of Dingleberry And Skidmark: Too Busy Cleaning The Streets To Clean Their Underwear!
SisterRiddles and I refer to each other as “ass-face” or “bastard-person” from our favorite movie, “Waiting for Guffman.” While it amuses the hell out of us, it confuses anyone who a.) hasn’t seen the movie b.) doesn’t know it’s a term of endearment.
I insist on referring to one of my friends as Rainer, as his real name simply doesn’t fit him. We were in high school German class together, so I call him Rainer, and he calls me Liesel. He was a freshman when I was a senior, so he is now a senior, and YoungerSisterRiddles (not to be confused with SisterRiddles) is a freshman. He insists on calling her “Mini-Liesel.” She hates me for it.
MommaRiddles calls me “moi petite chou.” I call her “moi petite pomme d’terre.” I think it’s adorable, Canadians who have heard it think it’s silly. Feh.
When my roomie and dear friend, Timi, and I met at an old job, we had an old friend who told stories about the two gay guys he roomed with - Fuzzy Bunny and Honey Bunny. So, we took to calling each other that. I’m Fuzzy Bunny.
Strangely enough, several people in the office were thereafter under the impression that Honey Bunny and I were lesbian lovers. I guess between that and the backrub swapping we frequently did, it wasn’t an unreasonable conclusion to jump to, but we thought it was funny.
I also had a roomie in college who, when we bickered in public, would swap insults with me.
When I was first dating my SO, whenever I was asked what I thought of him, I would answer that I thought he was, 'A no-good, black-hearted son-of-a-bitch."
When accused of actually ‘liking’ him, I would always answer, “I like brussel sprouts more than I like him, and I HATE brussel sprouts!”.
After 15 yrs together, he has grown accustomed to me simply refering to him as ‘The Hammerhead’. His friends? Drunken hammerhead bastards!
Thanks Coldie. Perhaps THAT’s why the Canadians looked at me funny. ::grumblegrumbleITookLatingrumblegrumble:: hell, I can’t even spell in English, much less French.
phouka, yet another reason you are my board-buddy. I, too commonly swap obscenities with a friend in public. But ours are more of the hyphenated variety, ie: “You bitch-whore-slut-bag!” This lead to a variety of interesting variations, including my favorite. Someone cut her off in traffic, and in responce, she yelled “oh, YOU DICK-FUCK!” It’s my official insult.
My nickname is Emfish. My best friend would always say to me; “Em, you are such a fishyfish” Whenever I got all wierd and Pisces-y. One day she just started calling me “Emfish”. I love it.
I call one of my friends ‘starlet’ because she used to have soft blonde hair that gently swirled around her shoulders and she looked like a Forties starlet. She shaved it all off, but I still call her starlet.
I used to work part time at a bar-b-q restaurant a while back. Most of the supervisors are a bunch of hicks. Well one of the supervisors, Delbert, started calling me “dumplin” like apple dumpling. He was/is a big time hick and that’s exaclty how he would say it, dumplin.
He thought that was the funniest thing. Our work schedule was even changed from my real name to “Dumplin.” I haven’t worked there in over a year but still to this day when I go in I always hear “Hey dumplin how you doin?” The bad things is I still respond to it and it still cracks me up.
Well, I was called Missy growing up. Now most people call me Dimples… cuz wow, I got dimples!! What can I say it’s a curse. Parts of my face cave in when I smile… :rolleyes:
Never had a boyfriend/lover give me a nickname. Sounds fun though
So long ago…back in high school…ugh, I’m old.
On band trips–yes, it’s a band trip story–one of the guys would always take some sort of ‘interesting-male-oriented-literature’–translation: girlie magazines. He never really shared them with other people, but we all knew what he was reading. Anyway, on one particular trip we had our usual bathroom stop and while a bunch of us girls were waiting in line, this guy walks up and starts talking to us. That was fine…he was a nice enough guy. But he had a raging boner–surprise, surprise. In an effort not to draw attention to it, my friend simply says, “Re-nob.” Didn’t take too long to figure out what she meant.
From that point on, that word became our pet name for each other and anybody else it applied to. Typical teenage usage, “You locked your keys in your car AGAIN? Ya re-nob.”
Didn’t take long for pretty much everybody to start using it. Of course, there were only a handful of people who actually knew where it originated.
When I first moved here I started working in a bar. Whenever people would ask about my boyfriend I referred to him as “Ratboy”- something my dad had once called him. After several months he finally came in to the bar and EVERYBODY called him Ratboy as if it were his real name. In fact, I’d called him that so many times nobody knew his real name. The really bad part: I’d never called him that to his face so he was more than a little bothered. Oops.
Years ago in high school, I had very odd frineds. We decided that each day at school we would act out a collective soap opera. The switch was: all the guys had girlish names and all the girls had guy names, except for Erica, who was named Ethel, because she was the nun in our saga. So there was Harry, George, Ethel, and Tinkerbell (Jeffrey, a big skateboarder guy), my favorite. There were a few others, but I forget. It was a lot of fun and made for plenty of confusion.
My brother calls me butt-hair or butt-muffin. I call him Uncle Monkey to my son; my sister is now Antifer (Aunt Jennifer).
I once called an old boyfriend “Rabbit” because his name was Robert and rabbits in NA folklore are tricksters. He called me Leonard, my mother’s maiden name, because my family lives out in the sticks, some of which are a little backwards.
Anyone remember the ads for Snickers chocolate bars?
“Packed with peanuts… Snickers really satisfies”
Well believe it or not, my boyfriend (now husband) actually commented that he hoped our “encounters” went so well that I would be tempted to call him Snickers…
GET IT??
(By the way, this is the same narcoleptic fella from the “embarrassing sex stories” thread)
Given your fascination with feltching, Clogboy, I’m not surprised.
Too this day, I still call one of my good friends Cueball. He had leukimia, and we started calling him that when he went bald (He’s not the type to be depressed: We kidded with him to keep his spirits up). Even though he’s got al of his hair back now, the name stuck, sort of as a reminder of just how close he came to dying (He turned his life around after he recovered: Got married, graduated from law school).
The nickname that my father gave me when I was about ten was “Dooter” - after soccer practice one evening, he tried to call me to the car as “Daughter”, but it came out funny and ended up sounding like Dooter. Ergo, that’s what he calls me.
My younger brother corrupted Dooter further, into Doodle, which Dad also uses sometimes. For use as an insult, the brother added “butt” to “Doodle”, hence my unique username.
My brother has a penchant for strange nicknames; he calls his best friend Mark “carcass” because it rhymes with “Marcus”.
The nickname that my father gave me when I was about ten was “Dooter” - after soccer practice one evening, he tried to call me to the car as “Daughter”, but it came out funny and ended up sounding like Dooter. Ergo, that’s what he calls me.
My younger brother corrupted Dooter further, into Doodle, which Dad also uses sometimes. For use as an insult, the brother added “butt” to “Doodle”, hence my unique username.
My brother has a penchant for strange nicknames; he calls his best friend Mark “carcass” because it rhymes with “Marcus”.
