Flipping the bird. Let the gestures begin. Or not.
I admit it. I’ve flipped the old bird a few times in my life. Not very often, mind you. And it has been decades since I’ve raised that middle finger in the air. It mostly happened in high school, I’d say. But here is the thing. If you’ve ever “flipped the bird,” you have something in […]
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