Ridiculous Nicknames We Can Come Up With... Can we find photos or gifs to match these silly nicknames?
Yesterday, I came up with the ridiculous nickname, Princess Unicorn Rainbow Farts in which TG replied, can’t we just call you PURF instead? 
That got me thinking about how I couldn’t believe I actually found a gif to represent unicorn rainbow farts and how much fun it would be to see what people come up with and if a pic or gif could be found to represent such ridiculousness. I’ll let you know now that I look for the pic / gif AFTER I come up with the name.
Here’s a few that I’ve come up with on the fly:
Mrs. Happy Shit-giggles
No direct photos available, but here’s what came up:
The Masked Wombat
Mr. Flying Squirrel Jeans
No direct photos available, but here’s what came up:
What can you come up with? If you can find related photos or gifs after you’ve created the ridiculous nickname, please share!
This is for fun. **NO POLITICS**
This is for fun. What kind of ridiculous or silly nicknames can you come up with?
A long time ago when I first became a member of Newstalkers I used the handle Hot Sasquatch. It was generated by one of those things you see on Face Book like what is your name using your birth month and the middle letter of of you last name or something like that. I'm now back to Trout Giggles because I'm more comfortable with it. Here's a drawing of the mythical creature. He's hot because of all the damn hair.
Too funny.
How the hell did you get a drawing of me? (obviously not anatomically correct).
I've been peaking in your window
Although I do mostly give people I like nicknames, I have a special one for people I don’t care for that much.
Can anybody guess what it is? Hehehe
titty baby?
Good guesses ladies but that is your basic assclown. Lol
LOL! Got it!
AH! I answered before reading it!!!
Ass clown
I am debating on whether that is a hair or a tattoo.
I’m going to guess a tat. Never seen an ass with only one hair. Lmao
That’s true but yucky.
OK... My real nickname is Smed which is short for Smedly.... which they also use. It's because I have a funny laugh. I was named for this guy whose name is Muttly so my friends knew that wasn't going to fly and they got creative:
I remember that guy
I never had a nickname but for some reason my parents always called me by my middle name.
On year I remember a first day in class and the teacher was calling roll. She called my name and I just sat there. I didn't hear my name. Finally another kid said, that is him. No one calls him that.
Another time I was with a friend that I had know for over a decade. I had to give my name for something and he said, that is not your name. I had to explain it. Then the, I never knew that...
Now I just go with it. Professionally and to people like in medical offices etc I am David. To close friends and family, I am not.
My parents only used my middle name when I was in trouble. I have to ask, how did your parents handle that one?
We just had to wait until Dad got home. Then line up for the belt.
Got it. The strap (as we referred to it) was a deterrent in our house while growing up too.
When I was around three my father spanked me for the first and last time. I got so upset that I threw up creamed peas all over him. It freaked him out so badly that he developed....the look. It would lock my heels immediately.
All my dad usually had to say was don’t make me take my belt off. Then we knew to knock it off or else.
My dad has always been a non-confrontational guy. My mother was the punisher.
My father would make us feel like POS using my mother.
He would say..."How do you think your mother feels now"? Look what you have done to your mother".
My Mom did her share too.
The guilt trip. I bet it worked. Nobody wants Mom to feel bad.
I was the punisher too, but not a very good one. My kids never took me serious.
My husband will pull that card sometimes. I'm not fond of it.
My kids started taking me seriously when I began throwing their toys down the stairs and watching them shatter on the floor and scatter through the hall and bathroom. They hadn't picked up their toys after me telling them to clean up the play room three times... Three strikes and out deal.
So was my mom. I would have preferred to wait until Dad got home. He hit on the butt not wildly all over the place.
I turned out to be the enforcer with my kids. My husband is a pushover with those kids
Only time my dad ever hit me was in a knee jerk reaction to me spitting on him... I TOTALLY deserved it!!! He didn't even hit me hard, he barely tapped my face, but it was definitely a knee-jerk reaction.
My dad rarely hit me that I can remember. I remember getting a spanking with a rubber hose and being pushed off my chair at the dinner table. But that's all I remember. He didn't beat the hell out of us like my mom did
My Aunt was pissed one time and some got swatted with a piece of Hot Wheels track.
That shit hurt.
Dad was always the punisher. We would have to line up in the hallway waiting our turn. All of us crying and dreading what was coming up.
He also on the weekend would take us all out on the back patio and cut our hair and nails. Fingers and toes. I use to call it military style. Haha
He would line us up and trim us up. I hated it as with all of us he would rush it and didn't care. He would cut some nails so close they would bleed and it hurt like hell. I dreaded that.
To this day I will not let anyone touch the nails on my hands or feet.
At times when he hit me with the look I had rather he had back handed me. I asked him why he did the look, he reminded me that he took psych warfare classes in the USMC.
Hell yeah it does! I was accidently hit with one of those while playing with one of my friends.
That's just awful if you ask me.
I don't blame you.
I got hit on purpose with one of those things. Taught us to keep the damn things out of Mom's reach
When I was in the Navy, my nickname was Scooter be cause I wore glasses that reminded people of the character from the Muppets.
I got saddled with Barth Vadar and Bartholomule when in the Army.
"Buzz" really IS my nickname. When I was 4 years old in kindergarten it was during WW2, and during recess we would run around the schoolyard with our arms stretched out and make buzzing sounds to imitate Spitfire fighter planes, like this (internet image).
My mother watched me do that and called me "Buzzy", and then my whole family would call me that and I really hated it. In public school I would only be called by my real name which I preferred. BUT, when I got to high school, the "Buzzy" teenage character comic book came out and was very popular, so I became "Buzzy" for everyone, even embroidering it in script on my pea-jacket.
Eventually, by the time I got to university, it was shortened to "Buzz", and became etched in stone when Buzz Aldrin became a famous astronaut.
"Buzz of the Orient" was adapted, thinking of "Lawrence of Arabia", when I came to China and needed a pseudonym for social media purposes.
For anyone that doesn't know already; I actually got my nickname "Ahyoka" from a former NT [and NV] member, Tsula. I miss his rational mind and his stories; whether he knew it or not, I learned from him.
Well... you can't read that.
I requested for the people in The Anishinabe group to give me a nickname in a Native language.
Tsula replied with,
A very well deserved nickname from Grandfather Tsula - you do it justice and honor.
Thanks 1st.
My "tale" - 1st tour in 'Nam - while on patrol, our squad was taking a smoke-break. Sgt hollars out "hey Chief - take point". So, we all stand there, shooting the shyte and looking around and Sgt hollars out again, a little louder - "hey Chief - take point". This time, we look at him and sez, in our best Marine voices "WTF, who da hell ya talking too bytch"? He points to me and sez "You Chief - hell, everyone knows you Injuns can track better than anyone - so get on the fri*&$ point." So, after such a commanding explanation, I took point.
Got back to the land of the Big PX (CONUS) and was telling the tale to a few of my buds and one of them, a young Choctaw fella, left the group and came back 'bout an hour later and told me that he and I had to go somewhere. We met with four other gentlemen in their mid-50's/60's, they conducted a ceremony, gifted me with an Eagle feather and a new name - 1st Warrior - as I was the first warrior on our patrols.
So, that's how that got started.
Now, my gorgeous esposa has taken that one step further. My birthday cake, each year, looks like
Ya gotta love her
(Yeah - I love hot dogs with mustard)
Thank you for sharing! I love that story.
And most importantly, thank you for serving. That was a hell of a war without due credit upon return.