Experience counts for something. I count with my fingers. I could count on you, but you’ve only got one finger for me (the middle one).

I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don’t like being spied on.

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...

The middle finger is a great body language tool for letting people know you’re upset. Poetry isn’t quite as effective in a fit of road rage.

Love is like 9.75 plus .25. That’s 10, for all of you people trying to add fractions on your fingers. I can only count using eight, because I’m too busy using my middle fingers to...