Only 5 minutes into the meal, I glanced at Howard's placemat and could see that he had 4 forks, 3 of which were bogarted from the mashed potatoes, the Brussels sprouts au gratin, and the turkey burger platter, in an indeniable act of habeus forkus.
Lucky powder that "fornits" throw at people (crazy people who believe in them like Reg Thorpe´s of stephen king´s story Ballad of the Flexible bullet) and grants special powers to write. They hate, electricity and radium crystals in the phones, they´re fond to peanut butter, and other sweet stuff.
Girls who assume to be the hottest shit ever. One who doesn't look either way before crossing the street. A girl who looks and sound like B. Arthur but won't settle for less than David Beckham.
What a real australian would do to somebody who was insulting them, instead of giving them the american "middle finger". The expression "taste the forks" normally accompanies the tradition two fingers, and can be repeted many times to gain desired effect. It means in true definiton Get fucked
I was walking down the street and some westie hicks drove by and one stuck his head out of the car and screamed "hey blondie youze is ugly". I was then obliged to scream "taste the forks" and erected my two fingers to them. They then got out of there car and beat me for hours, and then shoved my "forks" up my arse and ran off.