Hootie
When I was active in Chi Omega we had this stuffed owl that we would pass along from sister to sister at the end of meeting each week. It was done as a gesture of love.
Well the poor thing had been passed on for a few years and was starting to look ratty. I'll never forget how this one sister decided that HOOTIE needed a bath. So she stuck him in the washer and dryer. The next week HOOTIE came to meeting in a paper sack. When the sister got up to present the new sister with him she busted up laughing and explained what she'd done. HOOTIE had an afro.
So I chose to name myself Hootie (back in the day) because he represented sharing the sisterhood.