I have several....
In elementary school they called me Vicky Vale (the summer Batman came out). Then there's Vicks, Vickster, Vick-o-rama, Sticky Vicky, Vixen, Vicky June, Skittles, Victoria's Secrets, V-dubs, Toast, and you're never gonna believe it but.... Peaches. My desk mate at work asks every morning "How are you?" and my response 9 times out of 10 is "peachy keen jelly bean"...so I was dubbed Peaches.
My nickname for my favorite cousin is Elmer...because she keeps us all together like glue =o)
I was dubbed vasoline in primary school because it sounds kind of like evangeline, you know if you're a retarded 1st grader...
my husband got the nick name shaggy because he eats like shaggy from scooby doo and if he skips his haircut looks remarkably like him as well.
When I was on 5th grade my literature teacher started calling me "Big Leo" because my feet couldn't touch the ground when I was sitting on the library chairs. They were big, but I was--still am--small, for what's the matter...
My sister used to call me Lilly, just because it annoyed me the first time she did, so it meant lots of fun for her (and some bruises too).
Once, in 6th grade, the guys from the 8th grade were playing "pull down the pants" of every single boy who were talking to a girl. Just to embarrass us. As small and thin as I was, I had a skinny ass, and by seeing that--yeah, I had my pants pulled to my ankles--they started calling me Wasp's Ass. This one, and the Big Leo nickname accompanied me until High School, except the guys started calling me only Wasp. Until now there's a friend who call me both ways when we meet.
I was also called "Leo, the Courageous", "Brave Leo", "Geriatric Boy" and "Third Age Menace" at the first office I worked. I did deserve it, because I had a crush on old ladies.
In my defense, I wasn't a granny stalker, I just loved to hang out with older women for they were more mature and aware of their desire than girls as old as I was. It has happened in my 18 to 20 years old days. Younger girls = jailbait and empty heads, the girls with the same age wanted older guys, and girls just a few years older than I dissed me all the time. So I used to go to bars and clubs where I could find 35 to 45 y.o. women willing for some fully energized boy who could please them.
I can't complain about those cougar hunting years. I have had the best and the worse of this niche, but I had a lot of fun, Oh sweet Jeebus riding a tricycle, how that's true.
Uh, last but not least, my wife tenderly calls me Pumpkin Flower. Specially when she wants to 'start something'...
I have a nickname. It's Miss Cellania. On air, I was Sadie Fox for a couple of decades, and there are a few thousand people who would be surprised to find out that's not my legal name. My legal name changes too much.
I have several....
In elementary school they called me Vicky Vale (the summer Batman came out). Then there's Vicks, Vickster, Vick-o-rama, Sticky Vicky, Vixen, Vicky June, Skittles, Victoria's Secrets, V-dubs, Toast, and you're never gonna believe it but.... Peaches. My desk mate at work asks every morning "How are you?" and my response 9 times out of 10 is "peachy keen jelly bean"...so I was dubbed Peaches.
My nickname for my favorite cousin is Elmer...because she keeps us all together like glue =o)
Yeah: E.
Name is Ed. Says Edward on the birth cirtificate.
AKA:
E. Sizzle
Mc-Slacker On the E-Tip
E-Sizzle on the OverTime Spank
Spank ** popular one
I was dubbed vasoline in primary school because it sounds kind of like evangeline, you know if you're a retarded 1st grader...
my husband got the nick name shaggy because he eats like shaggy from scooby doo and if he skips his haircut looks remarkably like him as well.
When I was on 5th grade my literature teacher started calling me "Big Leo" because my feet couldn't touch the ground when I was sitting on the library chairs. They were big, but I was--still am--small, for what's the matter...
My sister used to call me Lilly, just because it annoyed me the first time she did, so it meant lots of fun for her (and some bruises too).
Once, in 6th grade, the guys from the 8th grade were playing "pull down the pants" of every single boy who were talking to a girl. Just to embarrass us. As small and thin as I was, I had a skinny ass, and by seeing that--yeah, I had my pants pulled to my ankles--they started calling me Wasp's Ass. This one, and the Big Leo nickname accompanied me until High School, except the guys started calling me only Wasp. Until now there's a friend who call me both ways when we meet.
I was also called "Leo, the Courageous", "Brave Leo", "Geriatric Boy" and "Third Age Menace" at the first office I worked. I did deserve it, because I had a crush on old ladies.
In my defense, I wasn't a granny stalker, I just loved to hang out with older women for they were more mature and aware of their desire than girls as old as I was. It has happened in my 18 to 20 years old days. Younger girls = jailbait and empty heads, the girls with the same age wanted older guys, and girls just a few years older than I dissed me all the time. So I used to go to bars and clubs where I could find 35 to 45 y.o. women willing for some fully energized boy who could please them.
I can't complain about those cougar hunting years. I have had the best and the worse of this niche, but I had a lot of fun, Oh sweet Jeebus riding a tricycle, how that's true.
Uh, last but not least, my wife tenderly calls me Pumpkin Flower. Specially when she wants to 'start something'...
I have a nickname. It's Miss Cellania. On air, I was Sadie Fox for a couple of decades, and there are a few thousand people who would be surprised to find out that's not my legal name. My legal name changes too much.
My nick is Pablo. I picked it up in the Army. The result of having a Puerto Rican Section Chief. My real name's Paul.
Baierman I stole from my brother. (hey, he wasn't using it)
Otherwise people have called me CB and baier (bear)
my favorite nickname is for my friend Keith. He's Asian but adopted so we all call him Irish. A name he loves.
My brother is The Mayor cause he knows everyone!
They called me low-tide landry, because my gas shared the scent.