Around here a III is sometimes called Trey and a IV Cuatro.
She grew up to become Queen of England, right?
“Mustache Mary”
A middle aged woman with an actual mustache that she clearly never shaved.
I used to work with a Swamp Cunt. She introduced herself that way and how her kids referred to her.
:dubious:
Oh my.
Mine is simply silly: one of our closest friends goes by Terry because he is a First Last III. They named their first boy First Last IV, but nicknamed him TJ for Terry Junior.
Cousin of mine, born in Venezuela, family had moved to the US, met a guy called Mike. His friends called him E. She asked him how come: he blushed and told her it was the initial of his lastname, one of those Basque constructions which make Hispanics pronounce carefully and people of other ethnicities give up without trying.
Her response was to switch to Spanish and give him her own lastnames, which aren’t what you’d call easy. They’re married now.
My brother-in-law was nicknamed “Buzz”. No idea why.
My former brother-in-law had the nickname “Crunch”, as he had a propensity for wrecking his cars.
I had a friend called Bubba. The reason was because he called everyone else “Bubba”.
I knew a guy in the Navy who everyone called “Wingnut”, both because his last name was Winegar (win-eh-gur) and his ears protruded fairly prominently.
Putty - no idea why.
Mudflap - reference to his tongue.
High school friend we nicknamed “D.A.” (for dumb ass). He was always asking, “Why do you call me District Attorney?” This made us laugh.
In first grade I was nicknamed “Incubator”, because in the winter I said I wasn’t cold once.
Then there was the girl nicknamed “Pound” because her initials were LB, or by some “Pound the Hound” because cruelty.
My grandmother’s name was Ethel May, which she hated, but everyone called her Tina. I think there was a story about why that particular name was chosen, but it’s lost now.
There’s a bloke in my local that everyone knows as “Gadget” for some reason. No idea what his real name is. Hell, maybe it is his real name.
In the third grade, there was a girl whose name I have long since forgotten. She was a sad, little thing, whose nose was always running. She was somewhat dirty and unkempt. With the hindsight and wisdom that 47 years down the Road of Life have given me, I’m pretty sure she was A) from fairly impoverished circumstances, and B) possibly had learning disabilities.
I’m ashamed to say that we all called her “Snot-nosed Booger-face”.
So, now, in front of the whole world, I apologize to that girl, whoever she was. I’m sorry I called you that. I’m sorry we were all so insensitive.
Please forgive me.
(Sorry if this was a hijack.)
When I was in college I worked with a guy nicknamed Pug. No idea why.
Bundle (no idea why), Frito (play on his last name), Trips (he’s a III) and Barney (real name Dan).
Just remembered one of the group I hung out with as an undergrad was called the Jewish Prick. He was Jewish but actually a pretty nice guy, not a prick at all. He’d gotten the nickname before I met him, and I never knew how it started, but he wore it proudly. Sometimes he was just the Prick for short.
Man, memory lane. Another was Mr. Marg, because he made great margaritas. And Spiff, whom I dubbed, because he showed up to class one day all cleaned up and groomed instead of his usual unkemptness, and I said he looked so spiffy now we’d have to call him Spiff, and it stuck.
I knew a mathematical couple who were called, for reasons no one ever explained to me, Gugu and Tuck. Their real names were Alexandra and Cassius. They were originally Rumanian.
I knew an Elizabeth who was called “Becky.” And no, her middle name wasn’t Rebecca. How many short forms of Elizabeth are there? and she goes by “Becky,” a name I despise.
I know a girl everyone calls “Bama.” Her initials are BAM, and her mother used to say it wasn’t a coincidence, because when she was a little kid, she was always running around so fast, she banged into things a lot. So she got called “Bam,” and then when she got older, it became “Bama.” Her real first name is actually Bethany. I don’t know what her middle name is. I do know that if you called her “Bethany,” she probably wouldn’t look up, because she’s virtually never been called that.
I was in basic training with a woman whose first name was Gidget. I assumed it was a nickname, but it turned out her parents really had named her Gidget. Also, there’s a local lawyer named Buffy not short for anything. Buffy Cohen, atty. at law. Her parents clearly weren’t thinking too far into the future when they named her.
Also, at basic training, their was one woman who was older than most of the other recruits-- in fact, she had kids who were as old as the youngest recruits. Her nickname was “Mom.” I don’t know how she felt about that.
People like to refer to me as “Champ”. It’s often said when they ask me if I have a license for this thing.
Actually, now that I think about it, the fact that a few friends call me WordMan in real life is kinda strange. It’s not a constant thing - more of a one-time “Norm!” kinda thing if I haven’t seen one of them in a while. One friend doesn’t say that, he does a sorta Will Arnett as Batman voice and says “Verb!” (To which I reply: “Eagle!” Men are silly.)
There were two guys both nicknamed “stroke” at my high school. Both got the nickname after having been caught self-pleasuring in the restroom in separate incidents.