Why is it never the pinky?
I think I am going to start to learn how to grasp things with my pinky for the next week that way, when I am really in trouble and only have a few hours to finish something that it's the damn pinky that earns its keep on my hand..
What does this pinky think? Its just going to hang out pointing up every time I have a cup of tea?
As I am typing this, my pinky's are just popped out to the sides looking all dainty and snobby, like they don't have to hit the "dirty keys" as I type..
These darn useless things just sat there as the other "working fingers" applied ointment to my hard working, worn out thumb.
Anywayysssssss............I made this short poem with the fingers I have left, that would be 7 because pinky's are useless...
I like blue, don't you?