Spandini
Hades
Sardine
Tangerine
And, there are more amusing plays to be made with my name, which still remain funny and fresh after the 50th. The murderous glaze that comes across my face is just my way of showing my amusement.
My personal favourite is when people start chanting:
“Go Nads, Go Nads, Go Nads!”
I hate my name.Mommy. Three of my friend call me Mommy, I’m younger than one of them, and just scant months older than the other two.
Zara, but only Cee calls me that. It comes from a dirty story that he told me once.
Slut, but that’s playful, my friend justin calls me it.
D. Cause my best friend is too lazy to call me Sarah.
Evil Satanic Demon Wench. But that’s only when I’m making out with my SO.
I think that’s it. The rest make no sense! Oh wait one more!
Smiley.
For me, it’s quantity, not quality that really counts. I have about 17 nicknames. But, I’ll spare you most of them.
Graceful (Fell off a chair and really messed up my ankle. Fell out of the shower and developed a foot long bruise… etc…)
Glinda (I’m a GOOD witch… really…)
Disney (Walt… Disney… It made sense to the freshmane, I dunno…)
Han-Han (There was a girl who used to go to my school. Her name was Han-Han. She used to talk to her coat. People call me Han-Han now…)
Evil (I’m really not, but half my school thinks so)
Kitten (Mew?)
Slut-Whore (Ok… Just don’t ask. Reeeeeealy long story)
The Fiery-Eyed (I have a temper. They got it from the books I read…)
I think those are the most interesting… And most used.
My nickname (from my grandmother) stems from my birth… I was a couple of weeks premature popping out of the chute, and was under five pounds when I was born. My grandmother instantly dubbed me…
Pee Wee.
Frickin’ PEE WEE! And she STILL calls me that! 28 years old, six and a half feet tall, and she still calls me Pee Wee. Aagh.
Kinda like Deiket, I used to get witch a lot as the result of having excellent karma. Someone would have an argument with me, they’d then become ill for several days or break a bone. On rereading that, it sounds that I’m more like a member of the mafia then a witch but that was just a phase.
I also get Evil Bitch Queen of the World because of a druken conversation with some strangers where we divided up which parts of the world we’d be ruling in the next ten years. So, would you please bow to Her Imperial Majesty, Queen of Africa, Empress of Asia and Australia and Ruler of Antartica.
Two of the things we call our three-year-old, a direct decedent of Red Chief, are:
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[li]Bucket <of Stuff>[/li][li]Foul Spawn of Satan[/li]
We never call him Opal.
I don’t generally go by nicknames, but I’ve had a few. For a while one of my friends called me Neut.
As in neutral, not neutered or Neuticles.
I was complaining that my Swiss ancsestry doesn’t lend itself to jokes the way my Irish and German ancestry does. There really aren’t many humerous stereotypical Swiss archeotypes. Switzerland is known for its cheese, its clocks, and its neutrality. From the last comes the nickname.
Also, my parents occasionally call me Watzel (pronounced WAIT-zel), my nickname from when I was a toddler. It’s an infanile perversion of Rachel, my first name.
Also because of my first name, I’ve been referred to as the goddess of the sun. I was lazy and absentmindedly began to sign my name “Ra,” meant to be pronounced Rae.
My mother is nicknames “Lumbi” because in a closeup of the work “Columbia” (I think from Columbia Pictures or something, I’m not sure) she only saw the “LUMBI” and asked who that was. And she’s referred to be her neices and nephews as “Aunt Moo” because her older sister wouldn’t forget that when she was three her pronounced her first name, Karen, COW-an.
Oh, and my brother only calls my “Hey, Freak” to my face.
What can I say? I have a weird family.
There are several ways of pronouncing my first name…there’s Ree-jee-na, there’s Rer-jee-na, and the one I dislike most - Rer-jai-na (to rhyme with vagina).
Once is funny. After I’ve told you how I prefer you to say it, it’s not funny anymore.
And stop giggling!
I left school at the tender age of 16, as my uncle had secured me a job as a clerk on the sugar floor of the London commodity exchange. The markets were quite dead at the time and so in my spare time, I taught myself the solution to the rubic cube. One lunch break, a couple of traders asked me to teach them the trick, which I did and was promptly offered a junior trading position (jumping many years of ladder climbing). This earned me the nickname ‘Ruby’, which stuck for years and leant me a theme song (‘goodbye ruby Tuesday’) that would be sung every time I entered the trading area. I had a nightmare of a time trying to explain the name and song to any friends that would come and visit me.
Well, my mom used to call me her “Munchie-Crunchie Woo-woo”. Do not ask me what possessed her to think that up, but now that you know, do not repeat it. I hate it to no end. :o
Now, my name(Megan) lends itself to many nicknames. Here are some.
Mega-Crunch
Megawompus
Megasaurus
Nutmeg
Megsie(my nephew likes putting -sie on the end of names. I like it)
And any other word you can attach to “Mega-”.
Having older siblings, they called me anything they want to. Now that I am older(okay, so I am only 20, but what the heck) I respond to their name calling. Some pet names exchanged between us are Buttmunch, Poopstain, Stupidhead, and more immature names. You have to understand that my sister is 30 and my bro is 28. Mature for their age, ain’t they?
My friend, Mike, calls me “Slut”. Don’t know why. I am as far from it as can be. Of course, I think he makes up stories about me so that he doesn’t seem so bad. Just kidding.
The most random is “Super Pear”. My friend Emily came up with it one night, and even thought of a theme song to go with it…it’s an experience…
"Super pear! Super pear!
She doesn’t wear
any underwear!!
She flies through the air
without any cares-
because she’s super pear!"
I get the weirdest looks when I go places with her…
Also on my list is Pammipoo, pamsa, pamster, pammi, spamela, and pammipoous.
Can you guess what my name is?