Petunia which only my Poppop can get away with.
W which was supposed to be annoying, but wasn’t, and stuck [in HS, and I usually don’t hear it anymore–it’s odd when I do].
E, or Er…shortening my first name, which is fun.
Eripoo, use of which is punishable by death.
Jeff/Jeffie - a bastardization of my real name, Jennifer. I was Jenn until earlier this year. Then I saw “Jeffie” listed as a nickname for Jennifer on some naming site, Gunslinger caught on to it and started calling me that, then my best friend’s boyfriend-at-the-time started calling me Jeffiner so Jeff became my nickname back in my high school. Here in college I go exclusively by Jeffie because it’s a much less common name than Jennifer.
Shorty, Short Stuff - my dad started calling me this when I was a wee’un and I actually WAS short. He still calls me Shorty even though I’m almost as tall as him now.
Dee - I used to work at a NASCAR store. One of the regular customers was someone I also saw at the local dirt track almost every Saturday. He started calling me Speed Demon after I kicked his butt in a gokart race at the track. That eventually was shortened to Dee.
Speed Racer or Trixie - another racin’ nickname, obviously. I hate being called Trixie. Trixie was nothing but the navigator and probably wouldn’t dare or be able to drive the Mach 5 fast to save her life. At least they never called me Spritel or Chim-Chim, though.
I forgot one!
Punk Rock Girly Girl, full credit to blur for creating.
In high school we had a penchant for long nicknames. My RL name is Jack, so I became Doctor Jackson P. Thunderfoot, a play on the name of the drummer for the band Blackfoot. My friend Hank became Chief Henry Screaming Flea after an obscure character in the ‘Tumbleweed’ comic strip. I answered to Doc and he answered to Chief.
Lately my friends and I tend to assign temporary nicknames to fit the circumstances. This summer, when I chaperoned a youth trip to Florida, I picked up the name Smokin’ Jack after a BBQ joint we saw on the way. The other chaperone was Psychodelic Squid after a plush animal he won at an arcade. This week I’ve been helping some friends remodel a building. While applying joint compound to the sheetrock I became known as Bad Mudder.
At work I’m The Babe Magnet, not because I am one but because once on a business trip a cow-orker was apparently madly flirting with me for two straight days and I failed to obtain a clue the entire time. Other cow-orkers finally had to spell it out to me. Not that it would have mattered - I’m a married man - but it would have been nice figure it out on my own.
When my dad’s teasing me, he calls me Jessie-Katie – my first and middle names are Jessica Catherine.
My sister and our mutual friend Allison both call me Jessimaca.
I occasionally get “Princess” from various people.
And, of course, Simetra has a bunch of different nicknames for me, but the only one I’ll be repeating here is “Tummy.”
DJ - People often say “Hey! It’s the Dj” as a greeting. Obvious reasons.
Le Pew - Like the skunk. Nothing to do with smells though. I was 20 and I grew in a goatee. I have a Biker friend who has a very full beard. He saw my attempt at facial hair, thought it bore a resemblance to that most romantic of skunks, and has referred to me as Le Pew ever since. It has stuck in some circles.
Hollywood - Some of my firends call me this because of my tendency to wear sunglasses at night.
Da’ Love - Bastardized version of my DJ name.
That kid who doesn’t believe in God - Public High School in Pikeville, KY. 2 years. Let out early for good behaivior.
DaLovin’ Dj
B-Money - One day at work, a bunch of us were joking around, talking in hip-hop, street slang. Out of the blue I declared my street name was B-Money (trust me, I’m the last person in the world who would have a street name). The name has stuck ever since.
Trouble: Self-explanatory. Given to me by my friend Chris.
Buttercup: when I had longer dark hair, a friend noted that I look “just like” Buttercup from the PowerPuff Girls.
Sean: Went out one night and some guy who was really messed up said “Wow, you look just like Sean Lennon!” Not the effect I was going for. My friend Matt has called me Sean ever since.
Rasa: Duh. Most Dopers call me this even when they know my real name. Well, the BAD’s did, at least.
Rasadasa: A chat thing. Thanks, Demo. 
My real name is Katherine. Don’t ever call me Kathy. Kate is just fine, thanks.
At various times:
Bob (from my father, don’t know why)
Waldo
Snuff
Pista (Hungarian translation of my name)
Peckerhead
Little Punk or LP
Ginger - this I picked up while managing a business where I did not want the customers to know my real name. No, I was not a hooker. By the way, this pre-dates The Spice Girls by about 10 years, and it’s NOT from Gilligan’s Island, either. Just because I have red hair, that’s all. And I’m deliciously spicy, too!
CoPoHo - from a friend of mine, my sweet Lorney Porney. I was in a production of Lee Blessing’s play “Fortinbras” and played a Polish Whore. Since my first name is Corrine (pronounced like green), he shortened it to CoPoHo. Of course, when I started making the costumes, he called me CoPoHo who SO (sews).
Puddin’ - from my step-dad when I was little
Beast - from my grandfather when I was little :rolleyes: I wasn’t that bad. He also called me bonehead.
Cannonball - apparently my cousin Leo has called me this ever since I was little, but I only found out about it a couple of years ago when he first met my son, who he immediately dubbed Ricochet. So I was an active kid, whatever…
Green - my friend Tara’s husband could never remember if it was pronounced Cor-een or Cor-in, so he took to calling me Green. Thanks, Toddy.
Mommy-okey - from my son - “OkeyDokey, Mommy-okey!”
Wildcat - haven’t been called that in awhile.
Bean - usually “Auntie Bean”. From when my niece couldn’t pronounce my name. She can now, of course, but still calls me Bean.
On the whole, I prefer to be called “Corrine”. Ginger also works, in a pinch. In fact, I am rarely called anything other than my name and “mommy”.
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Abby, Ab, Abbster, Abbylicious and the rest are top secret, if I told them, I’d have to have a Texas Ranger come kill ya.
Meg
Megsie-given to me by my nephew (he also used to call me Began, but that was because he couldn’t say my real name properly.)
Megacrunch
Megasaurus
Nutmeg
Megawhompus
…and anything else you could think of. Really, I should change my name. But I’ve become too attached. 
Freak…something my best friend calls me if I’m being way too weird. Like all the time.
I know that I have a plethora of other names attached to me.(Especially here. :P) But I just can’t think of them.
I forgot one, Bear. Given when I was young and hard to awaken in the morning. Grumpy like a she bear out of hibernation I’m told. I have no idea what they are talking about. 
Juan - because people say I speak spanish too much
Kramer - after the Seinfeld character
Ribeye - another Seinfeld reference (one of my friends already had T-bone)
Rookie - from the Beastie Boys Sabatoge video (my brother is Cochese and another friend is Bunny)
Mostly just Sue. At work, there are two of us Susans and we are both used to being called Sue. There was confusion at first and we each tried to take a turn at being called by Susan or by our middle names. Finally our co-workers solved it and we are now called Tall-Sue and Short-Sue :)And I still have a couple friends from my high-school days who call me Candy-Cane. Our high school colors were red and white and when I was suited out for gym…well, a six foot tall girl dressed all in red and white…you get the picture.
Most of them I don’t really want to mention because they’re kinda strange (as in, from knowing me you wouldn’t understand them).
Paddy
Patricia
Patty (yeah. People call me Patrick for a reason)
Poon
iam (back when I first joined)
Patrice (as in, iss, not Eece)
Patchak
Pat-rack
The last three are kids not being able to say my name.
Most people call me Patrick. I never liked Pat. It just . . . isn’t my name. My parents gave me my name because they’d planned to call me “Pat”. When I was born they looked at me and said (to eachother) “He isn’t a Pat”.
Good thing, too, on account of that whole “It’s Pat!” thing.
“G”.
That’s it.
Don’t have any. Never did. (Odd, when you consider that it was the norm at my dorm, where we had Animal House-like names: Toad, Water Buffalo, Old Man, Dead Bear. This was well before AH came out.)Don’t feel the lack.
In grade school, it was Lassie because it rhymes with Cassie (real name). I’m scarred for life.
My family for the last 20 years has called me Beanie because when I was 8 I stuck a dried bean (the kind you make beanbags with) in my ear, forgot about it until months later when my doctor extracted a reconstituted, starting to SPROUT, bean. (I am not making this up. A dried bean will resprout in your ear… evidentally the moisture level/temperature makes prime conditions for it to grow.)
:::Taking organic farming to the next level:::
s.i.c.