Post by Wade Wilson on Sept 26, 2013 2:37:28 GMT -4
Hey kids, it's me Deadpool, time to wake up and kill things!
It's 6:30 A.M., and Deadpool's alarm clock goes off.
Hey kids, it's me Deadpool, ti...
Deadpool reaches a tired hand over to the snooze button, on the top of the head of his Deadpool shaped alarm clock. He roll over and sat up in his bed. "Time to get up already?" He said with a yawn. "Ungh, I had the worst nightmare, I was stuck in a world where chimichangas didn't exist, and all of the women was flat chested. Who am I talking to?" While, apparently, talking to himself, he stood up to go see what was in the fridge for breakfast. He found a half eaten chimi in the refrigerator, and put it on a plate. "Oh yeah, come to Daddy, I'm gonna warm you up real nice and stick you in my mouth." He put the plate with the chimichanga on it in the microwave, pushed a few buttons and watched the plate turn in the microwave. 'DING!' In his impatience, he immediately grabbed the scorching plate. "SHIT! Hot, hot, hot." The plate, along with the chimi, crashed to the floor. Deadpool stared in shock as the freshly reheated chimichanga hit the floor. Before he can do anything about it, a rat scurried from under the counter of the kitchen to the breakfast on the floor and drug the half a chimi back with it under the counter. "Oh hellz to the naw, I need to get some rat traps."
Hey kids, it's me Dead...BANG!
He quickly drew his pistol that is always on his side and shot the clock in the bedroom. "And a new alarm clock."
At the neighborhood Walmart, Deadpool walked down the aisle with clocks among other things. He pushed his cart full of rat traps and chimichangas, till he saw the clock that as the exact replica of the one he shot. "$15.99? I should at least be 20 bucks." With a scuff he tossed it into the cart.
"Hey, you!"
Deadpool looked up to see someone coming towards him. Not to sure if he recognized them, he raised his hand up and gave a little wave.
It's 6:30 A.M., and Deadpool's alarm clock goes off.
Hey kids, it's me Deadpool, ti...
Deadpool reaches a tired hand over to the snooze button, on the top of the head of his Deadpool shaped alarm clock. He roll over and sat up in his bed. "Time to get up already?" He said with a yawn. "Ungh, I had the worst nightmare, I was stuck in a world where chimichangas didn't exist, and all of the women was flat chested. Who am I talking to?" While, apparently, talking to himself, he stood up to go see what was in the fridge for breakfast. He found a half eaten chimi in the refrigerator, and put it on a plate. "Oh yeah, come to Daddy, I'm gonna warm you up real nice and stick you in my mouth." He put the plate with the chimichanga on it in the microwave, pushed a few buttons and watched the plate turn in the microwave. 'DING!' In his impatience, he immediately grabbed the scorching plate. "SHIT! Hot, hot, hot." The plate, along with the chimi, crashed to the floor. Deadpool stared in shock as the freshly reheated chimichanga hit the floor. Before he can do anything about it, a rat scurried from under the counter of the kitchen to the breakfast on the floor and drug the half a chimi back with it under the counter. "Oh hellz to the naw, I need to get some rat traps."
Hey kids, it's me Dead...BANG!
He quickly drew his pistol that is always on his side and shot the clock in the bedroom. "And a new alarm clock."
At the neighborhood Walmart, Deadpool walked down the aisle with clocks among other things. He pushed his cart full of rat traps and chimichangas, till he saw the clock that as the exact replica of the one he shot. "$15.99? I should at least be 20 bucks." With a scuff he tossed it into the cart.
"Hey, you!"
Deadpool looked up to see someone coming towards him. Not to sure if he recognized them, he raised his hand up and gave a little wave.