I wonder if it has to do with this guy?
“You are a personified pyramid!”
I wonder if it has to do with this guy?
“You are a personified pyramid!”
I was called a workaholic recently.
HAAAAAA!!! It wasn’t meant as an insult, but boy was he way off!
On one construction job my nickname was Ass-weed.
I have no idea.
Moderator’s Notes:
Billy-Bob Fina, I’m not quite sure exactly what game you’re playing here, but I assure you, I don’t like it. Here’s a piece of information you can file away for future reference—I’m keeping a close tab on you; watch your step.
The other day some random guy came to our humane society’s administrative office to look for his dog. He was this skeezy-looking white guy, and when I tried to give him directions to the animal shelter (a mile down the road), he kept interrupting me and saying, “I drive this way?” and pointing off in the wrong direction.
Finally I got him to shut up so I could finish giving him the directions, and he thanked me, and started to leave.
Then he came back in. “You know how mean kids can be?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah…” I said.
He gestured toward my red hair. “When you were in school, did anyone ever tell you you were red as a dog’s dick?”
“No,” I said, and walked away.
“They told me that. And they called me nigger lips, on account of my lips being big.”
I ignored him, and he left. Later, I found out that he went to the shelter and tried to describe his dog to the workers by pulling a hank of dog hair out of his mouth and showing it to them.
Daniel
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My husband calls me Donkey.
My grandfather calls me Hoy. And here is the reason. When I was about 16 we went to New Brunswick to see my uncle and there happened to be Harbour Fest at the same time. Part of the crowd participation was to yell HOY and raise your fist. Well, the day before this show, I fell down the stairs outside of a museum trying to do a Fred Estaire number and broke my ankle. Anyway, I was on some pain meds and thought this HOY thing was hilarious and did it all night…
I’m 29 and I STILL answer to Hoy.
I was very quiet and shy when I was a kid - no really, I was! Quit the guffawing!!!
Anyway, by junior high, the ever-so-kind young lads in my class, “disguising” it by “coughing”, called me Corpse. Sweet, huh?
Now I realize that junior high school age boys are first-class idiots, but at the time…
These days, of course, everyone trembles in awe when I approach, rendered speechless, so that takes care of the name-calling. Behold the power of Me!
LifeOnWry,
Good luck finding Helen. I had this happen to me for years…except it was Christine.
I ended up meeting her sometime in high school. Seemingly, in addition to looking similar we are both rather odd. (when I met her she was standing behind my bf patting his head)
After years of wondering-I really did think we looked alike.
On Battle.net, someone once called me a ‘Nazi whore’. Which puzzles me, because I didn’t think the Nazis ever endorsed prostitution.
I sincerely hope not!
my aunt calls me mistletoe–
I sometimes get called “Harem girl” (a guy I made out with had several other girls too) or “The Children”(and yes, that is supposed to be plural) because a teacher of mine told us that all of the students my age were easily corrupted children and I protested. Of course, I was then starting to be corrupted by the guy whose “harem” I was supposed to belong to…