Office Hours, Sunday

Deadpool was writing in a journal today. Not that he did that normally-- it was more Hayden's thing, after all. That damn scene stealing bastard.

Day three of office hours

I fear my sanity may be slipping as the parents and siblings just keep coming. Wave after endless wave! All with questions and demands and no baked goods to bribe me with. When will it stop? When will this horrible and pointless weekend stop?

Tell Cindy she's still my best gal.

Deadpool

Okay, so maybe the WWI helmet and melodrama had been a bad idea in retrospect.

Mainland - Hooters, Sunday Evening

There was never anything quite so appealing as a bar filled with women in tight shirts who served damn good hot wings.

Deadpool loved him some hot wings.

"I love me some hot wings," He said, as if to prove the narrative correct. Of course, he wasn't looking at wings. More at the white meat variety.