Would you tell us a nickname you've given someone (or known someone by), and the story behind that name? [Possibly NSFW]?

I call my husband’s sister-in-law “Sociopathic Sally.”

I was called , “skinny long necker” by the short elite students in grade 6 I was six foot one and had a thin mustache and beard . I was 11 years old.

My high school classmates called each other “grandma”, “papa”, “aunty” “uncle”, “sonny”... and many other family titles you can think of. I still don’t know how they came up with the nicknames. They were very persistent with the nicknames, to the point of making up an imaginary hierachy based on those nicknames. I suspect they still use the nicknames at the moment. I guess it was some kind of secret ritual among them, something like “we belong to this elite club!” I could never understand the significance of the nicknames, but then again I was the odd one out during my entire high school life.

I secretly call a friends dogs ” Mongrels, curs and her creepy little, always lurking, scrabbling claws on the hardwood floors, Chihuahua, a “cockroach.” haha
If only she knew I do not like dogs. She thinks I adore them.

My acting skills are quite good, clearly. I whisper to myself, ” stop cockroaching around you disgusting little freak.” to the Chihuahua. The dogs all have horrible breath too and I cringe when they lick me. So gross!

I am shocked you don’t like dogs! WTF?

^^^ I had exactly the same reaction as @Call_Me_Jay. The beautiful @Coloma, who loves All Creatures Great and Small, doesn’t like dogs?!?!

Maybe dogs scare her precious geese and cats away?

@Call_Me_Jay @Love_my_doggie Shocking huh? A deeply concealed secret. haha
I have had dogs that I’ve loved. but yeah, in my maturity now dogs are just too high maintenance for me. I have become a hardcore cat person.

Don’t get me wrong, I would always rescue a dog in need, and I am nice to dogs, but, what can I say….?
I have outgrown my desire to own a dog. I am a certified, cat, bird and horse person.
I will admit though that tiny, little, yappy creeper dogs highly annoy me.

Fraternities have a habit of giving nicknames, some profane, some just variants on one’s name. My last name is Armstrong, I was called Army for years.

A friend has a last name that rhymes with potato. His nickname since he was 18 has been “Spud.” Another has a last name Rouse, that is close to Roose, and he was always trying to get laid, so one guy said, “you are such a cock, we need to call you rooster.”

My ex from high school is known, between my best friend and I, alternatively as “Lamb crucifixion guy” and Swiss chocolate guy.”

He was a hipster before being a hipster was even a thing, making him the king of hipsters. He was a huge snob about absolutely everything including food. He wouldn’t eat lobster unless it was from Maine and he wouldn’t eat chocolate unless it was from Switzerland.

He made me sit through all these shitty avant-garde movies. One of the last ones we watched together before I’d had enough and dumped him involved a scene in which a literal lamb gets crucified.

Terrible Jane.

She was the most domineering, micromanaging, spiteful, nit-picking manager I ever encountered in more than forty years in the workplace. Thinking back, it’s a wonder I didn’t call her something worse. She wasn’t my manager, but she was one of several managers in the larger group of which I was a part, and it was impossible to avoid interactions with her. I ducked them whenever and however I could.

Years ago, a co-worker set me up on a blind date with his roommate Martin. The guy came to my apt. to pick me up. Almost immediately, he asked to use the bathroom. After returning, I walked past the bathroom to get a coat and a stench wafted out that was dire.

We headed out to the movie theatre. The poor guy; he stepped away from the film several times to go to the men’s room. For two hours, there were silent but lethal emissions.

I felt really bad for him, but after that first date, I could only secretly think of him has “Fartin’ Martin”.

I have a friend that I’ve known since the early 80’s (when things were not politically correct like they are now) and his nickname is “Louie the Pollack” because he’s from Poland. People still refer to him as “Louie the Pollack.”

I often make up nicknames for people in my head. Where I used to work, 20 years ago, there was this elderly lady who I used to run into in the Ladies’ Room and she’d often be taking a shit. I knew because I could hear the sounds she’d make, grunting and everything. In my mind, she became “Queen Shits-A-Lot.” I went to a meeting of our coworkers once, and a friend of mine told me his male coworker was with his mom. His coworker was sitting with this lady, and I said “His mom is ‘Queen-Shits-A-Lot!’”

@Jeruba I named a pet rat after one of my old, highly difficult bosses. ” Nancy.”
I got a passive aggressive thrill every time I thought ” if she only knew.” Nancy the rat was much nicer in every way than Nancy the witch. haha

@Pied_Pfeffer Haha, I forgot about “Naked Volley Ball Guy.”
A man I dated once that played naked Volley Ball at a naturist resort in my area. Not my cup o’ tea and he was super needy, I dumped him after about 3 weeks. lol

I also called my ex husband ” The Black Thread” as it took forever to untangle the marital knot when I divorced him.

@Coloma So, it sounds as if you like dogs but, at this point in your life, don’t want to be a Doggie Mommy? That’s very different from not liking dogs.

I’m on board with your feelings about pocketbook dogs; I’ve never had any real fondness for them.

The last job I had in New Zealand was for a small accounting firm. It has one owner who hired me and seemed to be the boss and his wife sat at reception. I ended up doing the wife’s job as well as mine because she seldom came in to work. It turned out he was a conspiracy theory nut-job and he was never completely straight with you when he spoke to you. He kept trying to convince me that the moon landing was faked. He fancied himself a champion of the people and fighter for ‘truth’ and rallied against the Man. I ended up calling them Don Quixote and Sancho Panza after working for them a few months.

My now ex-business partners are often referred to the ‘The Flake’ and ‘The Nazi Hamann’.

Fun, fun.

I’m, too, mildly shocked at @Coloma‘s admission that she doesn’t care for the small, needy. hyper, scrabblely little hermit-crab-with-hair dogs. Last year I met a miniature dachshund so laid back that even @Coloma could love it. Almost like a cat that you could call.

Inexplicably, I named the neighbor next to our business, “Dicklick”. Asswipe didn’t have the same ring.
Most of my nicknames for customers and competitors don’t require a college degree to understand:
Moleface.
Rugtop.
Helmet Hair.
Blondie.
...and on and on.
I make up the ones that stick, for the most part.

That reminds me I used to have a boss whose name was Diana and she had a haircut that was like a helmet. We used to call her “Helmet” and “Dirty Diana.” Not to her face of course.

I used to work at a place that had a woman whom we referred to as the “Stink Eye Girl.” Everyone else at this place was very nice and friendly, except for this one woman. I was introduced to everyone, or I introduced myself, but with this one woman, she never spoke to me or my other co-worker who started at the same time, but every time we walked by her, which was multiple times during our work day, she would look us both up and down and sneer at us. We never new why. Since we didn’t know her name and she clearly didn’t want to speak to us, she became known as the Stink Eye Girl.

I just read that @Coloma doesn’t like dogs. That hurts my heart. One of my jobs is caring for dogs. Several of my friends work for animal rescue organizations that save the lives of dogs.

@Kardamom Like I mentioned above, I have have owned dogs I loved and I am nice to dogs, I house sit for a couple dogs too, and I would always help a dog in need but I have come to realize over the last number of years that I really don’t care for dogs and have no desire to own one. I’m more of a cat person, what can I say? Not liking dogs doesn’t mean I would harm a dog, just that I find them to be too much work.

A friend of mine had been smoking too many cigarettes, and when I got too close to him, he moved away and said, ”I have kitten breath. I need to go brush my teeth.”

According to Urban Dictionary, having “kitten breath” is what Mike Myers called having “bad breath” in the movie, “So I Married an Axe Murderer.” Apparently, kittens have bad breath (I’ve never been that close to a kitten, so this was news to me).

After that, I started calling him ”kitten.” I almost forget his real name sometimes.

You could describe a kitten by saying it is small, young and hairy, which describes my friend perfectly, too. ha