A baby with forks in it's eyes.
I'll meet you at the corner!
Because it wasn't ceiling.
You rocket.
Doesn't matter, they both taste the same.
Are you high! flashback to me cry-singing Taylor Swift's "Love Story" in the car on the way over me: Yes
By tying a knot on its tail.
DATE: Girl Interupt- ME: *drops fork* What is it DATE: Girl Interu- ME: *burps* Sorry. Go on. DATE: Fargo
Where there is a fork in the road.