I was once called a “big silly goose.”
In elementary school the other kids teased me by calling me “Molecule”, a very, very, very loose bastardization of my last name. I never understood wherein the insult was supposed to lie.
You weren’t called a big silly goose here, were you?
Well, one time a girl on the street, (who I have never seen) called me “Tom.”
Do you exist on the same plane as the rest of us?
I’m afraid of planes, because they scare me.
I was once accused of “mindlessly following the crowd.” As anyone who knows me well can tell you, that’s about the least likely accusation anyone can could ever come up with.
CJ
Well, I guess its time for me to make your day…
“Your a ho that is worth cj!”
I always think it is strange when someone accidentally calls me by my father’s first name, especially when the person making the mistake has no way of knowing what my father’s name was. It’s a common name, but it’s nothing like my real name. In fact, I can only remember being called by two different wrong first names, and the other wrong name, combined with my last name, makes the name of an actor who used to be fairly well known.
Whenever someone calls me by my father’s name, I am reminded that some family members wanted me to have that name. My father refused to use it for me. He was a “junior” and didn’t like being one. He certainly did not want to inflict being “the third” on me.
I highly doubt that Robert.
I think I have my answer.
You have no answer! Cept my answer!
Somebody called me ‘Taxi’ once; it was completely inexplicable and I could tell he meant it as an insult, but he refused to elaborate.
Somebody once sent me an annonymous e-mail that said: “You’re so clueless that you couldn’t get a clue in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue-musk and did the clue mating dance.” It both amused and disturbed me…as if this person had done research about the mating rituals and habits of the Yellow Breasted North American Clue or something.
|RtS
Somebody called me a “sugar booger” and a “jumpsuit Mary” at school.
For a while, the insult of choice amongst my young cousins (whom I babysat often) was “Mangy twilight.” I don’t know where that came from.
After a few years of not being called a mangy twilight, I thought they’d outgrown it. One time the oldest boy and I were mock-fighting, and as a joke, I called him a mangy twilight. He was deeply insulted and wouldn’t believe me when I tried to explain that I didn’t mean it. I haven’t tried it since (although he’s in high school now, so he would, I imagine, finally be old enough to get the joke).
thats so sad.
A woman called me a “Leather-clad Sex Nazi” once. Kinda cool, actually…
The black eye was just a misunderstanding. She thought I said that she must attract a lot a admirers with her wits. I told her she misunderstood…
More than 20 years ago, a friend who was upset with me called me an “insignificant bastard”. It still smarts.
Due to extreme shortness when I was but a youth, my moniker at school was “groundhog”.
When I was living in France, an acquaintance, upon viewing my bearded visage, dubbed me “herisson” (hedgehog).
Bunch of insignificant bastards.
Thanks for letting me get these off my chest.
Hmm, a Blackadder fan, perhaps…
Once, right off of the UNC campus, while I was holding my girlfriend’s hand, I got called a lesbian by a carload of drunken fratboys.
No emoticon is more textually accurate than: :wally:
My friends like to call me “jewish” when I don’t give them money at lunch.
Some friends they are.