I
like to give out nicknames.
This
is something kind of random. I was thinking about it the other night when I was
talking to a friend of mine. She said something along the lines of “hey,
remember when you decided to start calling that girl by this name instead of
her real one? And everyone at school still calls her that.”
Or
when I started calling a guy at the mall Bill Weasley (to be fair, he totes
looks like him) and everyone he worked with started calling him Bill Weasley.
It
just came to me, I guess. Thought I would share.
Challenge
to my Readers:
I
love nicknames, but don’t be mean about it. There is nothing endearing about
“Whoreface Baboon.”
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