Neil deGrasse Tyson Has A Big Ole Dump In His Pants And Doesnt Eat Ass

Imagine having this big of a dump in your pants over Polio. I mean, polio was terrible. My grandfather had polio. He’s in his 80s now largely because of the vaccine, but you don’t see ole Roscoe galivanting on twitter to his millions of followers about the greatness of the 1960s. Nope. Roscoe just tends his flowers and citrus trees and minds his own fucking business. In fact, he says oranges are awesome. Dude cant eat enough oranges. Does that mean that oranges are better than the moon? No.

Plus, no one was doing anal stuff on the regular when we were landing on the moon. They were still jackin off looking at the Sears catalog’s bra section. They didn’t even have a sexy bra section in those days. Bras were still only built for support and not appeal. You call that awesome? Iron lung or not, I call that shit hell.

Eating ass in 2018 > Landing on the bitch ass moon in the 1960s

PS. Carl Sagan was better