An Open Letter from Pluto to the Astronomers of Planet Earth.
Comments: 0 - Date: October 31st, 2006 - Categories: Writing
If Pluto were a gangbanger. This was written a long time ago.
Yo, esse. Why you gotta mess with my shit, yo? Ain’t you got like asteroids you needs to be peepin?You all up in my grill, like, is you a planet, or ain’t you? What’s it matter, yo, when I can kick your ass any day?Now you talkin trash, callin’ me a “trans-newtonian object?” Listen, bitch, I ain’t no orchestra playin christmas tunes. The only tunes I play go like this: crack crack crack of my Gatt.Yo, I been reading some books about your shiznit, and hombre, what up? I may be a banger, but I got my jimmy hat on. You got, like ozone dis, and global warming dat, and you all up like, “mothafucka, we gonna done be exctintified up in this piece!” Scared ass punks.Try my piece out for size: negative 369 degrees fahrenheit EVERY DAY. They ain’t no Triple Down Goose made for that. But you know how we do. Ain’t no whinin’ about no sunlight dis and dat. Just gots to make them warm lovely comets come my way when I want some heat. Yeah, if I was bigger, a little more gravitational force would keep my shit toasty at all times. But I ain’t ever heard no complaints. No whinin’ on Pluto, that’s fo damn sure.Planet Earth astronomers, you a bunch of busted ass fools. Oh yeah, go run home and tell moma you scared. Oh, you forgot I have a mass of (1.305±0.007)×1022 kg? Maybe you should thought of that before you called me a dwarf. What’s PhD stand for, Pluto-hatin’ dickhead?Planet Earth man, that’s the joke. You a trans-idiotic mess. Damn.