You live across the street. You have no neck.

You live across the street. You have no neck. A man on a motorcycle visits infrequently. You are blonde, but clearly not having more fun. Hunchback mama please

be my girl next door. yeah! be my girl next door." The new Dylan song based on real life experience got a luke warm reception. Bob decided to get out while he was "at the top".

Dylan went back to his hometown of Duluth Minnesota. There, he opened up a Diner on Highway 61. He set some bleachers out in the sun, and waited for the next world war.

Johnny had only one answer to this; it feels great. Without money to pay off hit debts, the man in a pg pen would have to just stay stuck as he was.

Unless of course he took advantage of the prison yard's knowledgebase and graduated to the restricted

society of Dusters. The Dusters were the toughest of the tough. They ran the prison and it's prisoners with an iron fist. Even the guards would step aside for a Duster. They were

bitter rivals to the Crips and the Crops, and friends to no one. When a Duster cuts to the front of the Jello line, you just accept it. They pack sawed-off dustpans in their

cute little pink totes, just to be able to smack you on the head with it. That's their weapon of choice you see. They are #1 on the market when it comes to the white and brown. The

drag queen horde armed with pink totes repeled the legion of bigots in an epic battle between right and wrong. The battle cry of "Oh no she didn't!" rang out and the queens won!