I’m sorry, but the term “Milky Way” is offensive to the lactose intolerant.
Pack up the starship honey, let’s hitch a ride with the clouds and blow this crummy spiral backwater on the butt end of the universe.
See ya!
You know what really burns my ass?
A flame about so high. And Venus. Fucking Venus! What the hell is the deal with the heat on that shithole planet? It could be a damn vacation resort, but no! It has to be lead-melting hot. Moonless fucker.
Andromeda is going to move in with us in a few billion years anyway, we don’t need no smarmy little piss-ass excuse for a galaxy like the Clouds of Magellan. Fuck 'em!
That whore!
Blame Czarcasm. He moved it in here. I don’t know why.
I think I said “My ass!” in the OP, hence the move to the pit.
But perhaps I should have put it there in the first place.
Hyperbolic path, my ass. Fly by night groupies, trying to muscle in on the perks of the Local Group, that’s what! Why else have a Local Group, if you can’t keep the riff raff out?
Yeah, yeah, it’ll take a billion years for them to be gone. Not soon enough to suit me! Don’t let the dark matter hit you in the ass on the way out!
Tris
The immutable heavens can bite my shiny mutable ass.
Urectum? Damn near U-killed him!
Well, you have to admit that the Local Group has perhaps the largest MySpace site of them all! 
As long as everything is changing up there, with your anus becoming YOUR-ehnus and Pluto being demoted, etc. I have a proposal.
The thousands of small rocks between Mars and Jupiter could be renamed Haemorrhoids insread of Asteroids. We could tell pepople they are named after Haemorr, the Greek God of flying rocks or something.
This would free up the word “Asteroids” to be used where it should be used. On our asses to describe those itchy little bastards.
Still in the realm of space and anal fixations, when is the Starship Enterprise like toilet paper? When it travels around Uranus picking up cling-ons.
Well, I wouldn’t complain about the Clouds of Magellan. At least they aren’t the clouds that Stoid is plagued by.
So instead of being named after my ass, the planet is now a request for a group golden shower. . . . . . big fucking improvement, I must say!
There goes that rotten Halley’s Comet!
It makes me sick!
I want to vomit!
– Bernard Kliban
No, that was a typo. They’ve desexualized commas. And about time, too, the randy little bastards.
Don’t get me started on planetary nebulas.
Well, if we’re going to damn celestial objects, then a big “fuck you” to the galactic core and dust clouds around it for blocking our view of the Great Attractor, one of the greatest mysteries in astronomy and cosmology. Barring some kind of black magic FTL drive, I’m never going to know what that’s all about. It pisses me off just thinking about it.
Stranger
The singularity behind all that is naked, that’s what the dust clouds are for: clothing.
Why not say it “you ran us”? This eliminates (heh) the childish giggle-inducing pronunciations involving one’s sphincter or peeing.