sideways five

We touch the tips of our ring fingers together as we look away from each other. Then, while still looking away, we slap palms. When emotionally ready [after the pause], our eyes meet with a fist bump.

i wear gloves of a leopard. you wear gloves with the face of a bear. our hands meet. your hand growls. mine purrs. and the animals are happy. hello.

Put you right hand in , your hand out , in, out, in out, shake it all about and screaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!!

down, forward/down, forward, punch

We take of our shoes, take around 30 paces back, run and perform simultaneous flying kicks with out feet slapping one another. We’ve called this the feet five, so far we are the only ones on the planet that can do it, others have tried and failed, leaving them sterile. thank god we practised..

First, we bump fists. Then we slowly move back, as if both of us are being pulled by some mysterious abyss. We thing fling forward and cross elbow high five, followed by patty cake and a quick round of ring around the rosie. We squaredance for 16 seconds, then we take our right hands and cross our thumbs together, with our fingers spread out like a huge pterodactyl. Then we take our pterodactyl and choose which prints we like best, and finish the shake with a cookie dough milkshake from Steak & Shake.

Booooooom.

An open mouthed kiss of course. How else do you greet a soulmate?

Follow through on a low-five by spinning around and jumping to get a high-five with air.
Legs need to be bent while in the air for maximum effect.
We should also be wearing caps so the option of taking it off to throw it in the air when high-fiving is there.

Full on 1980′s ‘Stand By Me’ handshake. I’d say “skin me” and we’d slide palms. Could always end it in a fist bump too and maybe a finger wiggle.

A high five, of course.

So, we begin by gazing into each others eyes with the intensity of a thousand suns. Then, we do a 360 degree turn, and scissor kick. We then play patty-cake and finish by singing the song of our people which vaguely sounds like “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion whilst holding each other in our arms and sobbing. Then our heads explode because we cannot handle this extravagant, awe-inspiring ritual we just performed.

spinning round house kicks toward each other’s heads. freeze just before the strike. hop back on one foot while kick is still extended. when feet are aligned, tap them together three times.

Or we could just cuddle for a little while.
Whatever man, it’s up to you.

We’d lean in close, wiggle our noses together, quietly whisper “no homo” and you’d take me out for lunch.

In france guys just kiss each other – you can do with hands whatever you want

A wink and a nod.

I reckon this is worth a try
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP12KZ01qNQ

It’s so secret neither of us will know what will happen until it happens.

Easy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0g27yEu-AU

(no hands involved)
We approach one another and place our foreheads directly on the each others left shoulder. In this position we hum the Oasis classic “Wonderwall”. Lift our heads up on the concluding note.

@thirddesign

business hug

Hand hug
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We would stand 3ft from each other front to front, stretch right arm in front of the hip and make the thumb-index-finger-face, then I would mime 1. and 3. line of the “Hello Mary Lou” chorus by CCR and you would mime 2. and 4.

That simple.

the cobra, perpendicular angle under the palm and the wrist, and then booooooom: HIGH FIVE

intent manly handshake and the meaningful look of old friends who see each other for the last time.

To be on-theme, we do as the geologists do when they meet on a lava flow. My parents are geologists so I know their secrets. They rock out all over the world — Hawaii, Nepal, Australia, the most northern tip of Canada — so when they meet other geologists they need to be sure. It takes the form of a test. Glory to the rocker who passes. I will absolutely disclose this to you in exchange for this geo-gorgeous print. All I can say for now is it involves projectiles and beer. Perhaps I’ve said too much…

I would clap “lip-to-lip”

make the live long and prosper sign and touch hands 1 foot in front of each others faces, stare at each other, and take turns reciting the amendments of US constitution

First we greet each other with an INTENSE STARE DOWN as we walk towards each other. We stop instantly and all of a sudden turn around, bump butts, twirl around twice, play patty cake a few times, hop thrice, then the grand finale – a formal handshake.

We meet on the top of Mount Fuji, chop off our hands, i sew your hand onto my arm and you sew my hand onto your arm, we shake hands and twirl around, and then a bald eagle comes swooping in and switches our hands back to normal as the band Gwar does a sweet guitar solo, and then both of us descends back into a cloud of fog that carries us away to our homes.

The Sike:

Go in for a handshake but then at the last second pull back and wipe down your hair on the right side of your head. Coooooool….

http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af125/Looney-Lyra/Anime/EPicfistbump-3.jpg

It’s a big slap on the face, but gentle because we say “hello” at the same time

That will be the mental high five
Just lift ur hand up , and high five the air, while thinking of doing a high 5 with me . I will get a mental message and do the same gesture… It is secret and works on long distance .

We don’t shake hands. We quickly steal an intimate glance from across the room of a suburban coffee house. You’re wearing faded leather pants and a tank top, I’m in bermuda shorts and a button up with only 5 buttons done. We both coincidentally order a vanilla latte and slowly part our ways knowing that a connection has been made and will be stored as a memory to tell the grandchildren.

Wouldn’t be much of a secret if I went about telling everyone about it. Besides, I’m not even sure there are words for the intricate motions involved.

Oh it’s so obvious- fist bump but then! we keep our hands together and mine is a rocket and yours are the flames (wiggle your fingers facing downward). If you’re not into that there’s always the fist bump/squid swim (turn your hand into a squid that is slowly swimming away)…

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You splash a glass of water in my face, and we stomp off in a huff in opposite directions around the block. When we meet on the other side, we stare into each other’s eyes and make the sound of our favourite animal. We place our hands almost palm to palm, but not quite touching. I slowly move my hand in a circle, and you follow like a mirror. I then tap you on the head and yell BOOOOOOOM. You clap your hands, while jumping backwards and yelling BOOOOOOM, but slightly quieter than I did. I do the same, and we repeat this until we can no longer see each other and our yells have turned into whispers. The secret handshake is now over and we can re-convene and talk like civilized individuals.

we’re just gonna fist bump, then a huge, yellow, jagged edged sign will un-conveniently pop out of my sleeve with the word POW!

Pointer and pinky facing down, other person milks the cow.

Turkey. You five I punch.

Light Purse Snatch

The rabbit plunger.

Our handshake is a hug.

As I walk toward you we high five up above head, then as our arms descend we low five and keep walking.

forearm slam “BOOOOOOOOOOOM”, thumbs to the back “pshhhhhhhhh”, we out.

Jazz hands! Spirit fingers!

a classic, firm, productive handshake.

we pass a joint. five times.

• 2 Armpit-Farts followed by an air-kiss on each side (gotta keep it classy)

exploding fists! BOOOOOOOM!!!!! duh.

To begin, we start walking towards each other at a medium-fast pace and slowly convert into a run. When we are approximately 3 feet away from each other we stop and raise our hands, immediatley touching pinkies. After the pinky touch we do a spin to my right (your left). While in the air, our shoes will do a “double low five”. Once our feet are back on the ground, we both put our hands together and clap one verse of the famous christmas song, “Little Drummer Boy” written by Katherine K. Davis. While clapping, we also hit elbows and yell BOOOOOOOM.

I’m sorry, its it’s secret I can’t expose it here!
If we meet, you’ll know.

High five, but we will have to look at the other person’s elbow so we don’t miss and make fools out of ourselves.

we first make secret goggles to make sure that it is indeed the two of us and not some you and i imposters. we do this by making glasses with our thumbs and first three fingers while sticking up our pinkies. we then look through these goggles and stare into each others eyes. once we each confirm that it is not the imposter we shake hands and tap each other’s collarbones to the beat of “With a little help from my friends” by the Beatles.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkRfBHfahAI (Start at 1:04)

I’LL BE PRACTISING…WORD.

how bout i just slap the shit out of you for being so damn creative.

We gonna hold our hands and jump three times to different sides and at the end we gonna shake our hands in the boring way to everything come back to normal.

bump it, twist and lock it, than drop it down [open palm] for a little acid rain.

No high five or secret handshakes. Just hugs.

back to back booty bump. for real.

jellyfish hands

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0g27yEu-AU&feature=related

duh.

Ketnet shake.

We will both be in a major North American metropolis. You will be leaving your friend’s apartment building, I will be rushing to an appointment. As you walk out of the foyer we collide, knocking my briefcase out of my hand. You kindly pause, turn around, and reach for its handle to pick it up. I do the same, and our hands end up interlacing around the handle. We both look at each other in surprise.

At that exact moment a child walking by will knock into us, jerking our arms up and down. You will then let go of the briefcase and I nod my head and quietly say ‘thanks’ as I turn and walk away. Neither one of us will put any more thought into the slightly awkward interaction.

Lost on us, however, will be the true depth of the ritual we’ve just committed. Our eye contact, interlaced hands, and up and down motion are, in many social circles, all that is needed for a handshake to occur. It will remain a secret to us both for the rest of our lives.

There would be no actual hand touching. It involves a great amount of brain power. We’ll shake hands telepathically. That way, it will really be secret!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywcrcIpNiGU

We’ll toss some dark jedi force lightning at each other, which will collide mid-air to form beautiful fireworks.

it would involve lots of snaps while intertwining fists, then slapping all four hands together, then smacking bent legs, and then best explosion noise with a high ten.
it would have all the feelings of unicorns and shooting stars and secret magic.

Ok, we morph into TWO GIANT hands, then blast off to the Helix Nebula where we proceed to give the most bodacious high-five the universe has ever seen.

Knowing me, I’d probably just shuffle around the room, watching you go about your business until I realize that you are about to leave and then I rush toward you, shake your hand with a silent earnestness while you acknowledge me with a head nod and smile. We will come away from the experience feeling like something bigger could have happened but were satisfied that it didn’t.

We’ll do 5 terrorist fist bumps in consecutive executive order

inspired

The only kind of shake you and I will share is a milkshake, good sir.

double bump fists (pinkie side touching)

we’ll improvise

no fives just hugs

First of all we wouldn’t actually touch.

Our handshake would be controlled by the mind – a little the Jedi mind.

We’d both find a quiet corner in a room (preferably at the same temperature), cross our eyes until two become one, and then jump up and down whilst spinning around and around and around until we fall (together).

This would be a metaphor for the moment our hands would collide.

Why so abstract?

Well, I live in London and you, well, you don’t.

Shame.

Stumbled on your blog this morning.

It’s truly ace.

Bitchbag