My dad's side of the family called me Cyclone for years because one night when I was two years old I got out of hand at my grandma's house and tore down three sets of curtains before they caught me. My grandpa came home and said, "It looks like a cyclone hit this place!"
When I pledged, older guys called me Auschwitz. They said I was so skinny I looked like I just broke out of a concentration camp. I absolutely hated when they called me that in public.
Threaded Mode