How or why did you get/choose the nickname you use on this site?
Here's my story.
My name is Peter, but my friends call me Pidde. Now, there's this song by Fu Manchu called "Godzilla". (Actually it's originally by Blue Oyster Cult, but whatever...). Me and my friends were being silly one time and I changed some of the lyrics in that song, like changing "Godzilla" to "Piddzilla". A friend of mine thought that was so funny so he started calling me Piddzilla on a regular basis. (No one but him does it though. IRL, that is...). There you have it.
So what about you guys?
Here's my story.
My name is Peter, but my friends call me Pidde. Now, there's this song by Fu Manchu called "Godzilla". (Actually it's originally by Blue Oyster Cult, but whatever...). Me and my friends were being silly one time and I changed some of the lyrics in that song, like changing "Godzilla" to "Piddzilla". A friend of mine thought that was so funny so he started calling me Piddzilla on a regular basis. (No one but him does it though. IRL, that is...). There you have it.
So what about you guys?
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The novelist does not long to see the lion eat grass. He realizes that one and the same God created the wolf and the lamb, then smiled, "seeing that his work was good".
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They had temporarily escaped the factories, the warehouses, the slaughterhouses, the car washes - they'd be back in captivity the next day but now they were out - they were wild with freedom. They weren't thinking about the slavery of poverty. Or the slavery of welfare and food stamps. The rest of us would be all right until the poor learned how to make atom bombs in their basements.
The novelist does not long to see the lion eat grass. He realizes that one and the same God created the wolf and the lamb, then smiled, "seeing that his work was good".
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They had temporarily escaped the factories, the warehouses, the slaughterhouses, the car washes - they'd be back in captivity the next day but now they were out - they were wild with freedom. They weren't thinking about the slavery of poverty. Or the slavery of welfare and food stamps. The rest of us would be all right until the poor learned how to make atom bombs in their basements.