had a bunch of people including a stripper on my cig a few years ago. puzzy control is playing on the stereo & the stripper is putting on a show dancing on the stripper pole I had on the engine hatch. we pulled up to a bar on the water in n.o. & this guy turns off the music. the stripper yells at him & call him a buzz killer. now he is known as buzzkiller or buzz for short!
Had a guy in HS that was known as Big Bird.... 6'2" with skinny legs and was egg shaped from the hips up. If he wore yellow...... Well you get the picture. Had gigantic feet and in the summer he always wore knee high white athletical socks with stripes at the top. He was pretty cool and didn't drink so he was our DD most of the time. His parents had an early 80's Dodge custom van that became our party wagon on teh weekends. He took sooooo much crap from us. For a year or so I never knew his real name until I called his house one day. His mom answered...I hesitated and with a stuttering voice asked for Big Bird. She replied in a disgusted voice..... YOU MEAN PAUL....... HOLD ON.
To this day he is still known as Big Bird or just Bird.
I have a buddy named Craig that is pretty quiet and reserved...until he gets a few drinks in him, then he becomes the Craiginator. It's like a transformation...first the sleaves get rolled up, then the shirt gets unbuttoned, then the shirt comes un-tucked and once the 3rd Yeager bomb is consumed the Craiginator has arrived. When I call him I always ask to speak to the Craiginator.
I have a buddy who's about 6'4" and about 400 pounds. He drinks mindboggling quantities of scotch, beer, what have you... and when he get really hammered he spits up a storm when he talks to you. We call him "Hurricane Pete".
Used to work at a country club pro shop and one of my buddies would come out wearing shorts and his hunting boots. My boss started calling him 'Karl' (like Karl from Caddyshack), 12 years later and he still goes by it. Another one of my buddies started dating a freshman when we were seniors in high school, we started calling him Mr. Perv and wrote it on his car windows one day at lunch with shoe polish. I'm not going to even say what I got saddled with in college...
He used cocaine to keep his blood thin and his heart nimble... no problemo!
He did ultimately get serious about weight loss and at one point, got down to 280#. He looked like he'd been in a concentration camp. He did wear size 17 shoes and had a 22" neck... Some people don't come out of the same mold as everyone else and he's definately one of them. There's a great story about him teaching people to throw discus with 45# barbell plates, in his fraternity house... but maybe I've said too much... :sifone:
in High School one of the guys I hung around with had a large head, he was called Fathead all the time. Ian has a biker friend called Bonehead. I had a 350lb customer that was know as BiggieSmall. My neighbor calls me Madonna all the time, but thankfully no one else has picked that up.
I forgot this one. My dad had a friend- Joe. He only stuttered on the word "you". He would give it two tries before getting it right,. Not one, not three. Two. It would go "did yo, yo,... you see that guy..."
Our friends have been calling Rob "Robster" for the last 3 or 4 years after one of our boating friends called out to him "hey Robster the Rock Lobster"...and it stuck.....
98% of my boating friends call me Barbie (so do my mom and sister).
We have a friend who's real name is Mark but everyone calls him Slappy, even at work.
We have a guy here at work whose name is Harold. At least that's what we call him. Found out a few years ago his real name is Gene. When someone at work called him Harold he never corrected them and it's been Harold since.........:willy_nilly:
when we were building the hyatt beach resort we had a guy from slovakia named mark , so they called him czech mark to **** him off, he got over it and it stuck. about a month later they hired another mark who was a bit of a dirtbag, I named him skid mark. he didn't get it but it still stuck!
Had a guy I worked with years ago that went by the name Newton.
Until working there for over a year and never meeting the guy with the timecard that read Harold did I ask a question.