Worst Nicknames Ever
Everyone wants a cool nickname like "Ace", "Boss", or "Iron". Kids being kids, that's not what we get - the kid with polio gets called Johnny Spazm, your Ginger Fuhrer was called Rob Man-you-smell and your question master was "Tommy" Trinder despite him being dead for years.
Tell us the worst you've heard and the stories behind them.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 15:45)
Everyone wants a cool nickname like "Ace", "Boss", or "Iron". Kids being kids, that's not what we get - the kid with polio gets called Johnny Spazm, your Ginger Fuhrer was called Rob Man-you-smell and your question master was "Tommy" Trinder despite him being dead for years.
Tell us the worst you've heard and the stories behind them.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 15:45)
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My college nickname
One afternoon, I was hanging around the lounge in the dorm and two women (Donna and Vicki) were talking about walking into town to get a prescription filled. This was winter in northern Wisconsin, and it couldn't have been more than 10 F degrees outside (that's -12 C, for you metric folks) and it was about a mile into town. So I volunteered to take them in my car.
On my dashboard, I had a porcelain coin bank in the shape of a sperm cell. Get it? A sperm bank! We all had a decent laugh about it, and went about our business.
We got back in time for supper, and the women met up with their boyfriends and a group of us went to the cafeteria to eat. Normal college kid conversation ensues, and out of nowhere, Vicki blurts out:
"Y'all should see his sperm sometime!"
Her boyfriend gave me one chance to explain.
But the name stuck: I was known as "Sperm" for the next two years.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 16:09, Reply)
One afternoon, I was hanging around the lounge in the dorm and two women (Donna and Vicki) were talking about walking into town to get a prescription filled. This was winter in northern Wisconsin, and it couldn't have been more than 10 F degrees outside (that's -12 C, for you metric folks) and it was about a mile into town. So I volunteered to take them in my car.
On my dashboard, I had a porcelain coin bank in the shape of a sperm cell. Get it? A sperm bank! We all had a decent laugh about it, and went about our business.
We got back in time for supper, and the women met up with their boyfriends and a group of us went to the cafeteria to eat. Normal college kid conversation ensues, and out of nowhere, Vicki blurts out:
"Y'all should see his sperm sometime!"
Her boyfriend gave me one chance to explain.
But the name stuck: I was known as "Sperm" for the next two years.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 16:09, Reply)
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