Everyone that I know who went to a small college in Pennsylvania has multiple friends who each have multiple nicknames.
At one wedding, we spent the night before trying to unravel the meanings and permutations of each bridesmaid’s and groomsman’s nickname:
“So, James got called ‘Bond. James Bond’, then Barry Bonds. Barry somehow got turned into Barrel, then Barrel of Monkeys, so we called him that for a year, but by junior year that got shortened to Monk, then Mister Monk.” “No, he was Barrels of Monkeys, then Mr. Monk, then Mrs. Monk, THEN just Monk!” “Okay, Monk… then Buffalo Bill (because of Captain Stottlemeyer) and I think he graduated as Billy but since then he’s been Buffalo… and that’s why everyone calls him Buffy!”
That was NOT an exaggeration… apparently, there’s not enough to do at small colleges in Pennsylvania.