Nov. 9, 2016 8 a.m.: Today will be my first day back in civilization in six years. Since the day I graduated from college, I have been living on my own in the wilderness.
What things exactly? Oh you know, stuff.
I thought I would help predict what will be the next big films to come out of Hollywood in the coming months.
We at Rolling Stone hope that this excerpt adds to the mythic proportions of which the fab four are seen.
I’m a 36-year-old man from western PA, and when I was 12 years old an errant sparrow hit me in the throat, paralyzing my vocal cords and permanently keeping my voice in a mid-pubescent range. Ask me anything?
I don’t know if I’m too late with these apologies to make a difference, but I truly hope they can mend some of the damage I’ve caused.
Nothing can match the love a father has for a son who is also a rat named Tony.
Trust me, I am very good, and I am also reliable.
Having seen roughly all the rankings, I can conclude that I am the authority on this. So without further ado, I present the definitive ranking of definitive rankings.
Ladybug: Okay everybody, thanks for coming tonight. I know some of us had harder trips than usual getting here — A big, brown spider: I had to crawl across his sheets multiple times before leaving him terrified and awake. Ladybug: — so let’s take full advantage of our time together.
