Best 16 quotes in «middle finger quotes» category

Whenever I get upset, I remember that it takes 42 muscles to frown and only 4 to stick up your middle finger.

It takes 42 muscles to smile. Instead pick up your middle finger and say "bite me!

As Lothaire lifted the lid with a sense of dread, Nïx murmured, “Hint: it’s the middle one.” Elizabeth’s fragile finger.Seeing it severed like this brought on a visceral reaction—pain shooting through his own hand, radiating throughout his regenerated heart. He closed the lid with a swallow, sentimentally pocketing the package. “You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird.” Nïx sighed. “Songs will be written about this.

You can sit right on my middle finger for the night

He gave us the rude number one with lots of emphasis and then came after us.

He was no stranger to middle fingers anyways; in Texas he had worked for a graphic design company, and the art world is overflowing with such fingers. At times almost exclusively.

I flipped him a gesture that he wouldn't need sign language to understand.

Raven, holding Joshua's chin, asks him how old he is. Joshua, folding in the pinky and the thumb on his left hand, while leaning on Raven's legs, raises three middle fingers into the air. "That's what I thought. You're three.

She raised her middle finger to their smiles. She downed vodkas and cocktails and stumbled through the crowds and the streets, occasionally stretching up to touch a star in the black ice cap of the sky, shaking her hand and blowing on her fingers when it burnt her.

Sorry, I can't help it." "Oh, so your middle finger has a mind of its own then?" Alex asked with an amused look. I glared at him and said, "Yeah, and she was just sticking up for me.

And people like you are the reason we have middle fingers.

I didn't invent the middle finger, but I perfected the use of it.

Everyone has bad days...'my Dear MIDDLE FINGER, Thanks for sticking up for me!

Maybe I shouldn’t and I should flip my middle finger up to the world. Hell, I should make all my fingers dance in a bouquet of fuck offs.

She showed him her finger—just one of them.

We walk up the sandy slope toward the dining terrace. I see Troy sitting at a table with some people I know. I look at Scottie to see if she sees him, and she is giving him the middle finger. The dining terrace gasps, but I realize it’s because of the sunset and the green flash. We missed it. The flash flashed. The sun is gone, and the sky is pink. I reach to grab the offending hand, but instead, I correct her gesture. “Here, Scottie. Don’t let that finger stand by itself like that. Bring up the other fingers just a little bit. There you go. That’s the cool way to do it.” Troy stares at us and smiles a bit. He’s completely confused. “All right, that’s enough.” I suddenly feel sorry for Troy. He must feel awful.