DOG EAT DOG. It's dog eat dog--I'm just waking up. The dove is in the dungeon. And the white-washed hawks pedal hate and call it love. Dog Eat Dog. Holy hope in the hands of.
No, you couldn't call Jesse a babe in the woods. He's just weak in self-defense. 'Cause he's so thin skinned. He can't take a joke at his expense. "You're a push down window," says Rowdy Yates.