Quotes About Nickname

You know who first started calling me 'The Cowboy' - Paul Richards. He loved to play golf and when he came to Los Angeles he used to call me up and I'd arrange for him to play at Lakeside and when he saw me, he always called me 'Cowboy' and everybody else in baseball picked it up.

When I was on the playground, people were calling me Jackie Chan.

People called me Cilla when I was little because I was always singing and writing poems.

My 10th grade year I was 6-foot-4 and I grew to like 6-foot-7, but I still had my guard skills. I was playing point guard, I was a big guard. People started calling me 'Penny Hardaway' - comparing me to him because I was a big guard.

My middle name is Cliff, so Ive been nicknamed Cliffy in the past.

As a kid, I was called Tintin because of my hair colour and style.

I got the nickname 'Deacon' because I didn't swear, didn't drink, went to church, and did quite a bit of speaking in other churches, youth groups, and so forth.

I invented a sweater so small, so close to the body, that Women's Wear Daily nicknamed it 'The Poor Boy Sweater' and consecrated me queen of knitwear.

Normally I get called Sammi Sweetheart on a daily basis.

I played baseball. I kind of sucked at that. They used to call me 'The Buntmaster' because my coach never wanted me to swing.

No one in Switzerland knows me as the Swiss Machine, and that's good, because I don't like it.

Okay, do not call me Aquaman. That's even worse than waterboy.

One more thing, I said because I couldn't help myself. Mallory, if your middle name is Audrey and your initials are M. A. K.. - She raised an index finger. Don't say it, Beantown. We are totally calling you Mack now. Mallory fumed. My friends in Belfast used to call me that. Constantly. That wasn't a no so I decided we had permission.

cock his head this way and that. Called him Cricket, on

I compensated for my athletic deficiency with an upright bearing and an impeccable style of dress that earned me the nickname "the Count"—one bestowed with affection, as I was good-humored about my own foibles.

Would you like to join us, Rafael?" my mom asked. "Or do you go by Rafe?" "Usually." A disarming grin. "Unless I'm in trouble.

After he got expelled, everybody at school called Jake Houdini instead of Jake. Everybody except for me. I'll explain why, but you have to be patient. It's hard work telling everything in the right order.

I actually prefer Abby," she said. "I'm sorry?" "Nobody calls me Abigail unless it's my mom and she's mad.

My name is Mr Bread." He began writing his name neatly on the board. "But you can call me Peter." Suddenly there was quiet, as thirty little brains whirred. "Pita Bread!" proclaimed a ginger-haired boy from the back.

THE SAFE HOUSE" was our code name for Denny's.

Jackson hung the piece of paper in O'Neal's locker without uttering a peep. When the Los Angeles big man saw it, he smiled widely. He had recently given himself a new nickname—"the Big Deporter"—for his treatment of foreign-born centers like Divac. Now he spun and told a reporter standing nearby, "I hear and see everything. I'm the police." Translation: It's on.

I'm Joanna but you can call me Jo if you wish. I've always wanted someone to call me Jo. It's sounds so dashing, don't you think?

Robert Bossu they called him, Robert the Hunchback

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