in high school, i went to oregon with my best friend and his parents. it was over easter break, and i was away from home during the holiday. his mom was religious, but also cared about secular(?) easter too so we woke up to little easter baskets.
within our baskets were little bionicle toys, which were kinda neat, but we were hella too old for them. my friend got this sick green one with swords for hands, but i got this ****ty brown one with like awkardly long scoopers for hands. so we were joking about it being a piece of ****, and my friends dad said something along the lines of 'not so loud, you'll upset your mom.'
so we decided it wasnt bad, but awesomely bad. his dad called him the digger, and shortly thereafter started calling me the digger. to this day i am the digger, but no one knows