Historical Origin of The "Finger"

"This is not meant to be crude. It is strictly for your edification and enjoyment.

Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger, it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore be incapable of fighting in the future.

This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew." Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French,saying, "See, we can still pluck yew! PLUCK YEW!"

Over the years, some 'folk etymologies' have grown up around this symbolic gesture. Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say (like "pleasant mother pheasant plucker", which is who you had to go to for the feathers used on the arrows for the longbow), the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one-finger-salute are mistakenly thought to have something to do with an intimate encounter.

It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird." "

lookin' up, that aint a bad view

wow. a pretty satisfying night....

walked to yld... i was late, but thats alright...
i opened the door to the classroom and its pitch black inside. It took me a few minutes to get my bearings, and so i had a bit of fun and rubbed my hand all over one of my advisors face "by accident". after that, it was all good.
did alot of things in the dark, including drawing and mkaing funny noises.
chilled in the dark for abit longer,
then we took our chalk with us and headed out for our random good deed.
we walked over to langaram outside the library and started vandalizing.. not. we wrote nice things all over the side walk. it was fun!
then a security guard came and demanded to see whos in charge. hahah we didnt rly get in trouble.
it was good times.
then we walked back. and hung out in the classroom for a bit longer.

afterwards i walked home. I was walking slowly and looking at the stars and listening to my music.
i walked back to the site of vadalism and admired the job well done. Then i continued on and keep walking/skipping/twirling.
then i jumped the small barrier to the golf course and just laid on my back and did some star gazing.
it was amazing.
i found the big dipper
i love star gazing
it remined me of summer camp and how we'd do that every night on the mat laying on each other... good times..
i miss camp..
and then afterwards.. i walked home.
and thats todays evening adventures..