First of all, the acting in it was totally terrible.
But, it is true: I am deadpool.
Difference between me and the fictional me: pain hurts, and it hurts to be scammed by my gf, or like bullet hits, kind of. (I got used to them).
Admittedly, I have no sexual feelings, but love people according to their nobility of soul. So, there’s that. And she was (supposedly, I never believed her) a loose woman.
So, what do we have left? Counting stars. Fuck that bullshit.
I won’t ever be with you, but we could be friends. You bitch.
Seriously, I bruised my cock for you, and this is what I get?
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