We had a wild college party many moons ago and a group of several girls who had come together were still passed out throughout my house. They were sleeping soundly, so as gesture of courtesy and to politely tell them it was time to leave, I used the meat hammer on the forehead trick to wake them up. From hence forth my buddies dubbed the "BattleSausage". Occasionally, I have had old girlfriends call me that...it's one of the reasons my wife is very happy I don't have a use for Facebook.