My family was very poor, and before high school, I needed new glasses.
The only few frames they had at the time that was within my parents budget was one that looked like safety glasses, one whoses lenses were gigantic that were straight out of the 70s or 80s, and then the frame that I choose out if these was a frame with circular lenses.
Throughout my entire high school journey, my nickname was Potter.
Even when I got new frames in senior year, I was still Potter.
Wasn’t even my mistake; I have a foreign name, and a substitute teacher in middle school butchered my name so badly that my friends still call me by it to this day. I’m in college
Sophomore year, we had to do a presentation on dental anatomy. I decided to stand out by dressing as a tooth. Like, full-on DIY tooth costume made of couch foam, duct tape, and pure chaos. I even taped little angry eyes on it and called myself “The Cavity Crusader.”
Mid-presentation, I tripped over a power cord, faceplanted into a skeleton model, and brought the entire thing crashing down with me. Foam bits flying, skeleton arm in hand, yelling “SAVE YOUR MOLARS!” as I scrambled to get up.
Ever since, I’ve been known as “Toothnado.”
And honestly? I’ve learned to embrace the legend. 🦷🌪️
I was in university when that stupid “daddy’s cummies” meme was all the rage about 10 years ago. Hopefully someone knows what I’m talking about because I’m not going to google that but it was really popular for about a week.
We were at a laid back house party and a few people were joking about “cummies” when my friend 19F at the time came into the conversation without context and I guess she thought we were talking about “gummies” as in the chewy candy. And she was like “I could really go for some gummy bears right now”.
And thus she became known as “Cummy Bear” for ever after.
Not me, but ten years ago, my mom’s friend had a little dog named Kai. Nothing happened to him, yet the other kids nicknamed him “Mr. Roadkill” because he walked into the street sometimes.
Our cat was also named Bear because, according to my dad, he looked like a little black bear cub as a kitten.
In 7th grade I projectile vomited at a very crowded party and people were almost trampling each other to get away. I was dubbed the Barf Master and that followed me through high school (5 years).
I thought it was over but it came out again at my 10 year reunion.
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I rode my motorbike and got hit by a bus, breaking my collarbone in 3 places…
…oh, Hi, I’m Bus-Stop
One of our DM’s has been labeled “Orphan Slayer” because he disguised a bunch of homunculi as orphans and used them to open a hell portal.
I am a klutz, so my husband calls me his Stumblebee
My family was very poor, and before high school, I needed new glasses.
The only few frames they had at the time that was within my parents budget was one that looked like safety glasses, one whoses lenses were gigantic that were straight out of the 70s or 80s, and then the frame that I choose out if these was a frame with circular lenses.
Throughout my entire high school journey, my nickname was Potter.
Even when I got new frames in senior year, I was still Potter.
Got the nickname “Stinky” once for doing the most violent silent but deadly in someone else’s house. I can’t live that story down.
Wasn’t even my mistake; I have a foreign name, and a substitute teacher in middle school butchered my name so badly that my friends still call me by it to this day. I’m in college
Sophomore year, we had to do a presentation on dental anatomy. I decided to stand out by dressing as a tooth. Like, full-on DIY tooth costume made of couch foam, duct tape, and pure chaos. I even taped little angry eyes on it and called myself “The Cavity Crusader.”
Mid-presentation, I tripped over a power cord, faceplanted into a skeleton model, and brought the entire thing crashing down with me. Foam bits flying, skeleton arm in hand, yelling “SAVE YOUR MOLARS!” as I scrambled to get up.
Ever since, I’ve been known as “Toothnado.”
And honestly? I’ve learned to embrace the legend. 🦷🌪️
Gollum, because I did Gollum’s voice in front of my oldest brother.
I was a gassy baby, so now they call me tooter
Not me but one of my best friends.
I was in university when that stupid “daddy’s cummies” meme was all the rage about 10 years ago. Hopefully someone knows what I’m talking about because I’m not going to google that but it was really popular for about a week.
We were at a laid back house party and a few people were joking about “cummies” when my friend 19F at the time came into the conversation without context and I guess she thought we were talking about “gummies” as in the chewy candy. And she was like “I could really go for some gummy bears right now”.
And thus she became known as “Cummy Bear” for ever after.
My dad’s friends called me cricket cause I was chirped and jumped around
I once confidently tried to microwave soup in a metal bowl. Now I’m known as “Sparky.”
It only lasted through college, but a night of drinking freshman year got Trey changed to Spray.
Not me, but ten years ago, my mom’s friend had a little dog named Kai. Nothing happened to him, yet the other kids nicknamed him “Mr. Roadkill” because he walked into the street sometimes.
Our cat was also named Bear because, according to my dad, he looked like a little black bear cub as a kitten.
Nickname: Spaghetti
Reason/mistake: Tripped carrying a full plate of pasta at a family BBQ. Landed face-first. The plate didn’t survive.
In 7th grade I projectile vomited at a very crowded party and people were almost trampling each other to get away. I was dubbed the Barf Master and that followed me through high school (5 years).
I thought it was over but it came out again at my 10 year reunion.
Sincerely,
The Barf Master