"Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy"
- Sylvia Plath
"Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy"
Fuck you. How dare you? Merlin has to die.
No it was Seveneves, which was a book, and the moon just kind of blow up for some reason.
All the moon does it control the tide.
It's a barren irradiated, lifeless rock.
Short of blowing it up, to my knowledge there is virtually nothing we could do on said moon that would affect us at all on earth.
And her cousin, Anna penguin, the avian consultant.