My nickname when I was younger was Pooh. As in Winnie the. The reason why is absolutely beyond me. Maybe when I was born I looked like a fat cartoon bear. I dunno. But it stuck. I have soooo many things with Winnie the Pooh on them it’s disgusting, but I refuse to throw them away. For the most part the nickname has faded into obscurity with the exception of an aunt and an uncle who can’t let go and probably still think I’m 5. And a really good friend of mine calls me Pooh cuz it’s cute on him.
Do not call me Pooh. I will hunt you down and skin you alive with my nails.