See ruling this country.
For instance, I can name many places on my body where I’d rather receive a good swift kick than see that Orion bastard rule the world. Or any of those people who, no matter there other sterling qualities, think that the Bible should be the basis of law.
Anyone you can think of?
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Yeah, that stupid Orion. Made out of a bunch of stars and thinks he’s hot shit.
You know what bitch really gets on my case? Cassiopeia. Total waste of night sky.
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!
Yeah and that little dipper…with his nose constantly up the big dipper’s ass…he really makes my shit hot…
And what about those whores, the Pleiades? They think they’re so tough, hanging around together all the time…
I must strongly protest these attacks on the great Hunter in the sky. Leave it to one who has sold his soul to Satan to flame the heavenly bodies.
ORION RULZ! & fuck the rest of you. The CBA (celestial bowhunters association) will get you all!
I can’t help my actions, the Lord of the Night controls me.
must kill stars must kill stars must kill stars must kill stars
Actually, I was talking about the troll in GD.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Yeah, I’m with OldBroad…lay offa Orion, or I’ll belt ya!
[rim-shot]
Well, don’t get me started on that do-gooder, Perseus. Always showing off with his meteor shower and all. Screw him!
He makes me sick.
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And what is it that upstart Crab Nebula?
Before 1054, nobody even heard of this guy, now all of a sudden it’s, “Hey, look at me!”
Big deal. So you can spin faster than a drunken hockey player.
Blasphemers. Osiris rules the evening sky and he will weigh your soul when you enter the land of the dead. Post carefull. All will be tallied.
The best lack all conviction
The worst are full of passionate intensity.
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You guys are freaking hilarious, I was laughing my ass of at this. You all came across as absolutely serious about hating constellations. Thanks for reaffirming my belief that I come to the SDMB for a laugh.
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Thank you, thank you! You’re too kind! [blows kisses]
Actually, though, I think the OP was serious, I just (along with all of those wonderful little people listed above) hijacked it.
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!