I call my children ‘pookiebear’ and ‘booboo’. LOL they’re gonna hate me when they grow up, I’m such a sap.
My brother calls me Shorty. He’s younger (and much taller) than I am - he’s gotta have something to lord over me
Nick calls me Wencheslas and Wench. I took to calling him Wencherlad. Cracked him up.
When we were younger, my sister and I would talk about the Ydalyzarc (pronounced EE-dal-ee-zark). Our grandmother. I don’t think she ever caught on. grin
My sister, on the other hand, is Jubida. Her name is Judith, and her middle initial is A - when we were babies, our biological father called us ‘rachaele’ (rachael-ey) and ‘juditha’. I couldn’t pronounce it, so she becae Jubida.
Of course, she topped it all. Her legal name has now changed.
She’s now Solomon Dragonflyingtoheaven Gray. I’m not kidding. I’m laughing, but I’m not kidding.
Well… There’s a guy in the fraternity who lived in the dorms last year. He had late classes, so he always slept in till like, two or three. He also rarely showered. So, one day, his roomie comes in, kicks his bed, and says “Get up, shitstain!” and it stuck. He is ShitStain to this day. He responds to it, everyone calls him that, hell, a few people know him ONLY as ShitStain.
I recently began dating a fine lass who, God love her, is about the clumsiest girl I have ever met. I call her “Crash”, great female - but she needs to wear a helmet and pads at all times. Then she went and got into a wreck last Saturday, she is ok thank goodness . . . but that cemented the nickname.
Myself having the regular name of Kevin, I have been “Special-K” and my fave : “K-Tel”.
but one of my friends in junior high school once made the DREADFUL mistake of mixing up the words “organism” and “orgasm” while a bunch of us guys were all sitting around having lunch one day.
Whereupon, he was chirstened “Orgasm” for the better part of the school year. Kind of embarrassing for him to be called out across the lunchroom: “Hey, Orgasm”.
Similar thing happened to one of my brother’s friends. Guy happened to be the “last one on the block” to learn what a hermaphrodite was: “Hermie, how they hanging?”
My high school friends call me Spam, or Spammy which I am clueless about really.
One day my friend introduced me to her new boyfriend as
“Spam-Dog”
Gee thanks…
Working as a counselor at the Scout Camp, we all had nicnames of one sort or another. One guy worked in the nature area and a friend of mine and his troop were walking past him. The first guy said, “Hi, Lizard Man.”. The 2nd guy said, “Hi, Lizard Man”. The 3rd guy said, “Hi, Lizard Man”. The 4th guy said, “Hi, Liz”. The name stuck and we called him “Liz” the rest of the summer.
Then another friend of mine went to college and got in with a good group of guys, they started calling each other doctors of different things they were known for. One guy was called “Dr. Teeth” (he had big teeth), another, “Dr. Keys” (he played piano). My friend, because he was known for being quite the lady’s man, was called “Dr. Love”.
Yes, I will admit that Mr. Shine and I call each other variations of “PookyBear”, such as Pook, Pookums, Pooky, etc. We also use versions of “Snookums”, the most used being Snooks. Ugh, we make me sick. The funny thing is that we hardly ever use our actual first names.
My mother called me Princess until the day she died (I was 24) but my brothers always called me Shrimp or Shrimpy (seeing as they are both much older and I’m 5’2" on a good day.) The most embarrassing name is one my Grandpa started calling me as a baby which evolved from what my Grandma called me (JenaPoo). Eventually, the whole fam-damily started calling me it (and still do)–cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. and I was always totally mortified if someone else heard. Considering how totally embarrassing it was, it still takes convincing to admit to others what that name is.
My brother was born with one eye stuck shut. It didn’t open for two weeks. Plenty of time to gain his nickname “Winky”
He’s 35 now and is still Winky to the family. Could be worse - we could call him by his real name - Terrill Verne
(Pronounced tear (as in to rip) ill (as in sick)
My wife BTW was Bitch (A moniker she wore with pride) Not The Bitch, just Bitch. She got that nickname during 5 years on the pill. Since then I call her Mother Hen because of her habit of trying to help every straggler to come along.
A friend of mine met this guy named John Deaver, but she thought his last name was Beaver, so she kept calling him that. And he was madly in love with her, so he didn’t say anything, and soon everyone took to calling him Beaver. I guess it all ended up ok, because the two have been dating for almost three years now. And we still call him Beaver.
My entire family call me nothing but “Bird,” a play on the letters of my real name. Some close family friends have picked it up, too, though I have kept it from spreading further. It’s not as bad as it might be, but it doesn’t suit me at all.
I once had a boyfriend who called me “mon petite chou.” Small world!
A friend from high school nicknamed me “Fudpucker” and her nickname is “Skeedooter.” I have absolutely no recollection of how these came about.
My husband’s little brother couldn’t say his name for the longest time so he called him “Wee Wee”–a nickname that still sticks. In fact, we often refer to him as Uncle Wee Wee to my niece.
