I've confessed to having a lot of nicknames...and, at a holiday party on Saturday night, I picked up another one.
After introducing myself to the only hetero male at the party, the following was exchanged:
"Nice to meet you, Chopper. My name's George."
"Chopper?" I asked.
"Isn't that what you just said your name was? Chopper?"
Everyone within earshot immediately broke into laughter and my friend Torrey wailed:
"Oh shiiiiiiit. Tiny T just got another nickname. Ready or not, here comes Chopper!"
And, for the rest of the night, I was indeed Chopper.
I'm not sure what it is about me that warrants such a continually erupting volcano of alternate names...but who am I to stop the flow?