Uekte called me a brownshirt once. And once I called a guy in New Zealand, but dialed the wrong number, and got called a “meatball”.
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Pyramid.
Stupid nickname applied by the morons who rode in the back of the school bus. Half those morons are dead now – killed the summer after graduation in a car wreck. They left the highway at over 100 mph, with a trunk full of stolen stereo gear, and a back seat full of empty Budwiesers. I’ll probably never know exactly what sort of insult ‘pyramid’ was supposed to be.
Once, on another message board, I was called “pants”
I don’t know it thats supposed to be an insult.
I get called weird things all the time by my Crew[sup]TM[/sup]:
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[li]Sarne (what a nickname!)[/li][li]Chiwahwah (note: not misspelled, but derived from my actual middle name)[/li][li]Booty[/li][li]Fart[/li][li]Lard[/li][li]etc., etc., etc.[/li][/ul]
I have been called numerous odd things by kids I know:
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[li]Boinky-Head[/li][li]Turtle (as in, “You’re a turtle!”)[/li][li]my sister’s or friends’ names[/li][li]Nothing (“What’s my name?” “Nothing!”)[/li][li]etc., etc., etc.[/li][list]
F_X
A scottish man (a total stranger at the time) once yelled at me across a crowded causeway:
“Away and boil your head, you filthy cabbage!”
first and last time I have been called a filthy cabbage
I would kill myself if anyone called me “ect., ect., ect.”
How do you live with yourself?
I was called Mr Roberts. I have an unlisted number and still some people call me at near midnight.
I’m like SEE YA SUCKA!!
I have been called Helen by a number of different people, at a number of different times. Once in high school, a few years later in a bar, twice in business (two different companies.) When I explained my name wasn’t Helen, each time I was told, “You must have an identical twin then, because you look EXACTLY like this girl Helen I know.”
I do not, to the best of my knowledge, have an identical twin. But one of these days I would love to find this Helen and find out how many times she’s been called by my name.
My sister said to me, “You’re nothing but a skillet!” To this day I know not what she meant.
I tried to introduce myself to a woman at a loud party, and she kept mis-hearing. So I yelled “Bill, like Phone Bill!” She called me “Phone” for the next two years.
I was called “Big Bagg” in High School. My little brother wore my shorts one day by accident. They were baggy. His friends called him “Bagg”. I am bigger, so I was “Big Bagg”.
I had a girlfriend who had never seen a relaxed male member in person, so I obliged. She said it looked like a slug. (Hey, it was COLD!) It soon changed, and she then called it “Slugger”, for some odd reason. Depending on her mood, I was either “Slug” or “Slugger”.
I could go on.
One of my nicknames in high school – which survives to this day – was Dragonass.
It’s not related to “wolf-ass”. Don’t ask. 
When I was a kid, my parents had friends that had a foster son who was retarded. He used to call me “Skateboard”.
Which, if you consider my real name is Kate, isn’t too far off…
I’ve been called my brother’s name by my parents, my siblings, acquaintances, and people who have never met my brother (it is a common name).
Band name?
Just today a co-worker called me a “bellhop gay-boy” and I am neither a bellhop nor gay…odd
When my nephew was a small child and when he would get mad at me, he always called me “smackhead”.
Phouchg
Lovable Rogue
Ohhhh geez…what a memory!
I grew up with two other girls, the same age as me, as neighbors. For some reason, one of the girls came up with such a wonderful little nickname for me, and then they both started calling me it. It was actually a little sing-songy thing that went something like, “Maria Piss-eea, is a skagmain…” What the hell it means, I dunno…we were young( My name isn’t Maria, either, close…but not exact). One girl dropped it shortly afterwards, but the one who came up with it called me “Pissy”, for years afterwards. I believe she signed my HS yearbook addressed to “Pissy”…yay me.
~V
Once, in High School, I was having an arguement with this black chick at my lunch table…and she calls me " NIGGER".
I’m a white guy , and she calls me nigger?
A similar thing happened to me once - I bumped into a black woman on a crowded train platform and she yelled “watch where you’re walking, nigger!” 
My best friend calls me by his fiances’s name often and sometimes calls her my name. Should I be worried?
I was called a horrific euphemism once. I really don’t know where that came from. I just happened to walk in on a conversation. I suppose the participants were giving people weird nicknames.
My best friend holds the honor of saying both that I was “a person from the house of Usher” (that was after she read The Martian Chronicles, but before she read Poe’s story) and “more outgoing than a friendly blue Smurf”. Both of these, mind you, were used in school assignments to describe me. I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.
jessica
When I was a little kid, my dad called me “Barnsmell”. Sometimes he still does. I do not now, nor have I ever, smelled like a barn. What the hell is he talking about?
Currently I’m called “She Who Talks to Eels” by my friends, which is accurate, because I like eels and I do talk to them.