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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Sheep-shagger
I was not popular as school. This didn't actually bother me at all, as I always knew I was better than the rest of them. Looking at friendsreunited, it seems that most of my classmates, at the tender age of twenty-one, have at least one child, generally more. Haha.
Anyway, one of their favourite past-times seemed to be baiting me. I was not a slapper like them, ergo "Are you a virgin?" was asked of me repeatedly. Finally, I rose to it, and replied, sarcastically, "Do sheep count?"
Unfortunately, these being girls who went on to do GNVQs in hairdressing, they believed me.
For the next few years, I was known as the Sheep-Shagger, and constantly followed by a chorus of loud bleating.
Idiots.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 23:44, Reply)
I was not popular as school. This didn't actually bother me at all, as I always knew I was better than the rest of them. Looking at friendsreunited, it seems that most of my classmates, at the tender age of twenty-one, have at least one child, generally more. Haha.
Anyway, one of their favourite past-times seemed to be baiting me. I was not a slapper like them, ergo "Are you a virgin?" was asked of me repeatedly. Finally, I rose to it, and replied, sarcastically, "Do sheep count?"
Unfortunately, these being girls who went on to do GNVQs in hairdressing, they believed me.
For the next few years, I was known as the Sheep-Shagger, and constantly followed by a chorus of loud bleating.
Idiots.
( , Thu 18 May 2006, 23:44, Reply)
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