"...actually, Virginia, we're really sorry. We know that we gave your dream hope, telling you that this Pluto you believed in so strongly was really a planet. We understand why you questioned it, and we thought we were telling the truth. Turns out we lied. Oops. Also, we'd like to take this opportunity to tell you that we are in no way responsible for distress, emotional or otherwise, caused by this event, nor will we pay for any ramifications of potential distress, now or ever, including but not limited to: therapy, counseling, a degree in astonomy or drug use. But, uh, keep asking those questions, kid. Really, it's important that you know the, uh, truth. Or, uh, whatever is true at the time."
Sincerely,
the guy whose fault it wasn't.
Huh. So we go from nine...to twelve...
3 comments:
I just heard the news about Pluto as well. Are you sad?
My very excellent mother just served us nutello.
Ahhh.
I'm only a little sad. I kind of liked having nine. It just seems like a better number than eight. Or twelve.
I was trying to think of an "n" and all I could come up with were brand names. And nuts. But I like nutello better.
Nine is always a better number than eight (though eight is pretty cool, too). However nine is my fave, so I'll agree.
Not having Pluto messes up the whole Sailor Moon thing. Boo!
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