I’ll start using my middle finger. LOL.
So some guy in Detroit is pissed that his wife has an affair and decides he’ll buy the house next to the one she lives in with her new beaux. But the fun doesn’t stop there. He spends $7k on a statute of a huge hand with bird flipped and facing in the direction of the ex’s house (see first link above). Cute.
How childish.
Shame, looks like rather a nice house.
Seriously? What an ass.
No, this middle finger statue is serious business.
Really.
Don’t think of it as “I hate my ex and her lover so much that I have to spend thousands of dollars on a middle finger statue.” Think of it as “I need to promote my upcoming television show, so I’ll do something ridiculous and memorable like putting up a middle finger statue which will be photographed and picked up by the internet, so that millions of people know who I am.”
Serious Business.
Exactly. The statue should have been mooning her. 
Look at me. Look at me!
I need attention.
My first impression was not favorable, but it kinda grew on me.
Well played, Mr. Markovitz, well played.
This was my friend’s parents’ house! And this is just the tip of the iceberg with this guy. Apparently, he moved in the same day her folks moved out. They left something behind, and when they went back to get it, he was there with a crew of bagpipers, clowns on pogo sticks, and a TV crew. He gave them a copy of his book. The photo on the flap just kills me. She had already told me all of that, so when we heard about the statue a few days later, I nearly died.
And it got picked up by the Daily Mail, and I was like, “Of course.” But now that I have independent confirmation for this story, I have to wonder whether some of their other articles might also be true. Hmm.
Seriously. It was an awesome house. They custom-built it themselves and carefully chose everything, down to the smallest details. It’s a huge place, but all the rooms were perfectly proportioned to feel cozy. Even the front room with the dramatic two-story-high cathedral ceiling felt welcoming. Gorgeous hand-carved stone fireplaces, balconies, heated floors in the bathrooms, an elevator, even a secret passageway behind a hidden panel. Sigh. I hope Nutsy McAsshole appreciates it.
Sounds like a nice neighborhood. Makes me feel like I live in a shack.
Oh, yeah! He is exactly who he appears to be! You have to give credit to some people; they’re totally not afraid to be stereotypes.
Everyone needs a hobby.
Not wanting to see a escalation, but a carefully placed series of mirror reflecting it back into several of his windows, especially since it is lit up at night, would seem so fitting.
Somehow I get the feeling he might actually like that.
Its always best to take the high road.
