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mouthy_mercDeadpool had learned many things this weekend. First and foremost was that one Nathan Summers was an idiot. And that he sure as hell better stop being dead soon or else...
Well, Deadpool wasn't sure what he'd do. It might very well involve drunken prank calls to the X-Mansion asking if their refrigerator was running or if they had Prince Albert in a can.
...yeah. He was too drunk to attempt any wittiness.
Second thing he learned was that if he wanted to stay drunk for more than a few hours, he'd need a lot of beer.
This might explain why the floor of his living room was ankle deep in empty beer cans. He was thinking about building a beer can pyramid and then throwing stuff at it. Like the damn statue.
The third thing involved squishy ow-his-chest-hurt feelings that weren't to be talked about.
He needed more alcohol.
Well, Deadpool wasn't sure what he'd do. It might very well involve drunken prank calls to the X-Mansion asking if their refrigerator was running or if they had Prince Albert in a can.
...yeah. He was too drunk to attempt any wittiness.
Second thing he learned was that if he wanted to stay drunk for more than a few hours, he'd need a lot of beer.
This might explain why the floor of his living room was ankle deep in empty beer cans. He was thinking about building a beer can pyramid and then throwing stuff at it. Like the damn statue.
The third thing involved squishy ow-his-chest-hurt feelings that weren't to be talked about.
He needed more alcohol.
