I am Pluto. No, not the dog. That is not funny now, nor was it ever funny. Please stop making this joke.
I am the ninth planet of the Milky Way Galaxy. I don't give a damn what the scientests may say, I am a planet today, I am a planet tomorrow, from now until the end of time I am the only planet that matters.
Sorry to come across bitter, but when you work your nuts off for eight decades, and get no recognition for it, then get booted to the curb like a bag of dirty diapers, your mood tends to change a little.
Look, I'm just a down to Earth planet, at the core. I won't lie: I can come off a little "icy" at first, but, given time, I will soon warm up to you like the surface of Mercury. Is that what you want? Another Mercury?! Screw you guys. We can't all be small and hot. This is just the way God made me!!
Again, my apologies. I could really use a buddy about now. Someone who could really lift my spirits, and tell me I'm still worth it.
Ceres and Xena need not apply.
