happy fingers
A description of the random pressing of letters excitedly when using instant messenger or chatting. Antonym of Angry fingers.
a_special_knome: OMG!! i so just won us tix to da WRPDtr!!
an_idiotic_haxor: OMG NOFKNGWAY!!! asfjklaj kjakfaskldhfkjhagkjjfdjkdl!!!
a_special_knome: gahhh!! happy fingers!! lkahsdfkahkjghakkafdahkjhkfajhakjh!!!!!
an_idiotic_haxor: OMG NOFKNGWAY!!! asfjklaj kjakfaskldhfkjhagkjjfdjkdl!!!
a_special_knome: gahhh!! happy fingers!! lkahsdfkahkjghakkafdahkjhkfajhakjh!!!!!
Happy Finger
The bird. The manual fuck you. The middle finger of derision, hate and discontent. Normally used in the same manner as "flipping the bird," in this instance styled "hoisting the happy finger."
Malcolm hoisted the happy finger at the cops, who promptly beat him senseless with their batons. Gennifer flipped a happy finger at her mother, who grounded her until her 21st birthday.
Ol’ Happy Finger
That one digit, usually the middle finger, that can hit her spot and give her the most finger banging pleasure.
I hit Rachel’s spot last night with the ol’ happy finger. She squirted all over and soaked the entire bed.
happy-time fingers
The fingers used to give a woman an orgasm
I have to be careful playing football, I have a date later and can't damage my happy-time fingers.
finger happy
sticking your middle finger up at anybody for any reason you can possibly think of... fuck you!
me sticking my finger up at you you fucking assholes!! (finger happy)
Happy Hour Finger
{hap-ee ouuhr fing-ger}
Noun
When you go to happy hour after work and purposely or accidentally don't invite a coworker, associate, or friend.
Similar to lunch finger.
Noun
When you go to happy hour after work and purposely or accidentally don't invite a coworker, associate, or friend.
Similar to lunch finger.
Joe: Quickly get your coat on! Judy's still copying a few more documents. By the time, she's done, we can be at McDougal's enjoying cheap beer!
Sasha: That's so rude! If we leave now, then she won't know which bar we went to.
Joe: Duh! We don't need to invite her for all her brown nosing with the boss all this and last week.
Sasha: Sigh! Hurry up Randolph! Tell Charlene we giving Judy the Happy Hour Finger once again and ditching her here another time.
Sasha: That's so rude! If we leave now, then she won't know which bar we went to.
Joe: Duh! We don't need to invite her for all her brown nosing with the boss all this and last week.
Sasha: Sigh! Hurry up Randolph! Tell Charlene we giving Judy the Happy Hour Finger once again and ditching her here another time.