WeeBenBaNeeBar

Now that's a mouthful!  Try saying that one 3 times fast! I guess you could say I came up with this one.  Not many people have heard this nickname before.

So I was at a friends house. We were watching TV when we heard someone coming. We knew who it was. So I crouched down behind the half wall by the front door, when he walked in I jumped him (why you ask-well because I could) Due to his inebriation I was able to tackle him to the ground pretty easily. He didn't know what hit him. I asked him where he had been...........he answered  "WeeBenBaNeeBar"  We decided he had been trying to say  "We been to the bar"  It was so funny to here him slur his words. I think I am the only one who calls him this to his face. I have since shortened it to WeeBen. People always ask me why I call him this and I so love telling the story. He is a great guy and a friend.

MY EYES, MY EYES!!

It was another Friday night at the bar and it was slow, maybe ten people, if that, but it was early.  I made sure everyone was taken care of drink wise, and started to play a game of darts with Nutty and Warthog (don't ask, I don't know how they got their nicknames).  We just finished the game, they settled back in their regular bar stools and I went back behind the bar when who should come walking through the door but my buddy, Birdie.  No guessing Kris' underwear today, as his sidekick, Stinky, wasn't with him.  But what would happen was something completely unexpected and could blind a person for life.  Birdie sees Warthog and, as he walks past him, he starts to say, "I've got something for you, you SOB!".  He gets about ten yards away, has his back to the rest of us, and drops his drawers.  Everyone starts to hoop and holler, but all I could think of was, "My eyes, my eyes!!  I'm blinded for life!!"  Birdie stood for at least five seconds, pulls his pants up, looks directly at me and says, "I hope you didn't see that little lady."  I said, "Yes, I did....and I wish I hadn't."
I need to note here, Birdie was friends with everyone.  It was non stop laughter whenever he or Stinky were around.  You weren't laughing at them, you were laughing with them.  If you ever needed anything, they would be the first in line to help you out.  They had hearts of gold and would give you the shirt off their back! You may not want it, but they would offer it.

Stinky Kinky & Birdie..Best Friends

During the late 80's I began to work in one of the bars on Friday nights.  Stinky and his buddy/co-worker, Birdie, would come into this bar after their day of work. They were regulars so I didn't even have to ask what they wanted. While preparing their drinks, I began to notice the two had dug into their pockets, pulled out all the change,and began to toss it on the counter and I thought, "Well, this is new. What the hell are they up to?".  They would look up at me, mumble a few words to one another, and continue throwing coins.  I return with the drinks and began picking up the money when they startle me with "No, no, no!  We got bills to pay for our drinks, this is our bettin' money!"  Betting money? Okay, I'll bite. "So what are you guys betting on?", I ask.  Stinky starts first.  "Well, I say their pink and Birdie says their yellow.  If we win we get to keep the change but if not, you get it all!"  I noticed they had added a few ones to the pile so there had to be at least $20.00 on the bar.  "That's great guys but I can't play until I know what ya all are betting on."  Birdie replies, "We're bettin' on your underwear.  I say their yellow and he says their pink.  So are ya in or out?"  "I'm in....I ain't wearin' any!!" was my response and began to take the money from the counter.  But I ended up not taking it.  I couldn't.  I think I was the first one these two came across who actually played along.  They started to tell me the story of being at a grand opening of a bar in a neighboring town when they made the mistake of playing this game with the bartender who just happened to be the owner.  She didn't take this as lightly as I did.  She kicked them out on the spot.  Did it bother them?  Heck, no!  One of their proudest moments was being the first to get kicked out of the Round-Up.

STINKY KINKY

Stinky Kinky...... This is my take on the name. He worked at a plant that makes dog food. The smell would almost permeate the skin, not to mention personal hygiene issue. I never called him this name to his face (he was a big man).
 A funny story about Stinky Kinky.... I worked at one of the local bars in my small hometown during the day. That's when the older generation would frequent the bar. Well this particular day Stinky Kinky and several other regulars were having a few drinks. He had enjoyed his fill and decided to leave the bar. As soon as he left the bar owner, myself, and several others went to the front window to watch him cross the street. The bar owner started taking bets on how far he would get before his pants fell down. As we watched we were surprised and somewhat amazed at this Big mans agility.While crossing main street his pants fell down around his ankles. Now without missing a step he bent down, scooped up his pants, pulled them up and kept on walking across main street as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. I can't remember who won the bet but we all felt we won having witnessed this truly awesome event.

BUBBLES! SNAPPER! Then and now

If you read my bio you know I come from a small town in the midwest, and I do mean small. There are about 1200 people. Now growing up in a small town has its pros and cons. Pros are that you know just about everyone in town. Cons are that you know just about everyone in town. But do you really know everyone.
 Ok my name is Linda but when I was in highschool my nickname was Bubbles. Why you might ask would I have that as a nickname. Well nothing real funny or discusting, I chewed bubble gum (and I mean alot) when I played in sports, so someone started calling me "Bubbles". It stuck for quite awhile.
 Now fast forward quite a few years. One guy now calls me "Snapper". Everyone always asks me why he calls me that. Well my dad used to bowl with his dad and "Snapper" was my dads nickname while bowling. Everyone on his team had nicknames. But those names are for another day. So anyway he started calling me my dads nickname.
 From here on out we will be adding nicknames from our little part of the world, we would love to here names from other parts of the world. I think we will find that we and where we come from aren't much different. This should be fun. So until next time think of a name and let me know so we can add them.