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I guess I was lucky- In my first grade class of 13, 5 of us were named Larry. Not one Lawrence! No one at that point had a nickname, so the teacher used first and middle names. One poor bastard didn't have a middle name. We all felt sorry for him.

I'm not telling my middle name- it ain't pretty.

But it does roll smoothly off the tongue with the first name..

Oh, good Lord! I just outed myself....

So? Have a cousin named Dickey. First name Richard. Became a state trooper and did a lot of investigating. You see where this is going, right?

For me it was "Otis." Remember The Andy Griffith Show? We all had nicknames like that. One fat, squat guy who could've been the prototype for Cartman had the lovely appellation "Buns-o."

Runt before I started grade school. Grew out of it.

They called me Sue.........

Day I was born, Dad went to buy a pack of Marlboro reds from cigarette vending machine, pack of Winstons came out instead. I was called Winston by family entire childhood. Nothing by friends but my name.

I was Tater,as in southern for potato.

Sharkey...
LMFAO!!!!

If only the Paul Harvey "Rest of the story" could be told.
Hours of material for a stand up comic!!!
Hahahaha!!!


High school mine was
Zeldroid or zeldridge cause i smoked alot of herb

Friends nicknames:

Jiva/ kuunta kentey = kenny , big lips like a groid, hahaha!!!
Loucette= louie, combo 1st and last name
DJ/ plant life = duh johnnny
Myrat= myron, and he trapped muskrats
Greasy = barry, cause he was always scheming schitt
Antman= jim, small dude.
Lebeau= keith , looked like lebeau on hogans hero,s
Bubba = mark, chubby heavyset dude
Imba= Tim, short for imbecil, fell in a bed of hot coals at a kegger.
Joe= Tony, played QB in high school/ joe namath.

Had ta have some thick skin around that crowd.



Good times in the late 70,s and early 80,s
LOL!!!!

I live next to an Indian reserve— lots of nicknames and aliases.
I know one guy named Smiley—his paycheck from the paper mill had that listed as his first name— I bought a truck from him and wrote out the check with his proper first name—I was one of the few people who knew it—he had some trouble cashing it.
Hardest working commercial fisherman I know is called Laze —short for Lazyman—very few know his given name.
If you mention Marty or Baby Len or Sneakums or Leonard everybody knows you’re talking about the same guy.
Got 3 Bobs here— Black Bob, Long Bob and Blackie— nobody ever gets them confused.
Got one guy referred to as the Gorilla— but nobody calls him that to his face.
I’m referred to as the white guy but I’m sure there are others I haven’t heard

I always know a msg from family. As they all still call me Bobby. Even cousins much younger tham me!

(Sweet Sue)no doubt!!!!!

Middle name is Eric. Been called Ric forever

Grandkids kids call me Old Dude a good bit

J-bird or Birdie...don't mind either one.

Grubby or Grubbo. My last name is Grubb.

As long as they don’t call you late for supper!!!

Neighborhood kids called my Veejay.

Shortened version of Virgil

Back when I was a freshman in high school, the PE teacher stuck me with the nickname, Big Bird. I was 6'3" and 165 and I wasn't very athletic. I was strong, from working construction with my father, but not very coordinated. I can kind of see what he was getting at. Anyhow, it stuck. At least for a time.

There were some serious hoods in the school that were running a protection scheme. I ran afoul of them and had to start ducking them. One day six of them cornered me in the John and I knew I was going to get a serious beating, so I picked the smallest one and started to wail on him. I had him by the neck up off the ground with my left and pummeling him with my right. I guess I got a little carried away, because the kid was not conscious when I threw him back into the crowd. I had blood all over my clothes, but it was his. The larger guys saw this and decided I wasn't worth touching.

About a week later, the kid I'd knocked around came out of the hospital and showed up at gym class with a face that looked like pizza gone bad. Right away the other kids wanted to show Mister Marlowe what Big Bird had done.

Mister Marlowe (I was head taller than him) called me out of line.

"Big Bird! Did you do that?"

"Did Big Bird do that to you?"

"Big Bird! Why did you do that?"

Somebody from the line called out, "He probably called him Big Bird!"

I just glowered at Mister Marlowe. He realized he might be getting himself into trouble.

"You probably don't like being called Big Bird do you?"

I just kept staring at him.

"You're probably thinking how you'd like to do the same to me, aren't you?"

I didn't answer.

That was my last fight. No one ever called me Big Bird after that. Eventually, the assistant principal got wind of the protection racket and several guys suddenly disappeared and wound up in the Navy and the Marines. I caught hell from my folks for fighting, but my Dad later said I'd done things just about right.

I went to high school with a kid named Richard head. You can probably guess his nickname and it was always saId with the last name

I was a chubby guy named York, thus, "Porky" from first grade until the end of high school.

Tripod

You caused me to remember my first trip to Germany. In Munich there is a huge park with several large beer gardens. The brochure for the locale mentions that in one part of the park is a nudist zone. A particular fellow was mentioned as one of the sights, nicknamed Tripod, a/k/a The Hammer.