6) FRANDS!!! 🙂
Reese’s Pieces and…uhh…I can’t think of a nickname for Wernick…but the writers of Deadpool were nice enough to give me some friends to play with, and boy golly are they swell/perfectly aimed at different demographics (BIG FANCY MARKETING WORD).
I mean, what the shit is up with Negasonic Teenage Warhead? Is that how all whiny millennials act?! Granted, I’m not keen on what Beliebers now worships as cool and hip, with their Tweeters and tumbling (didn’t know gymnastics made a comeback), but if that means not caring about fucking Vine celebrities, then sign me up. Even so, Deadpool loves Brianna Hildebrand’s spunk, and her sass is spot on – something a fellow jokester can appreciate.
Then there’s the Soviet gloomy-Gus, Mr. I-Don’t-Let-Deadpool-Have-Any-Fun himself, Cock-lossus. I’d rather stick my wrinkled dick inside Paris Hilton’s radioactive cooch than listen to another one of his do-gooding lectures – so watching Movie Me not give a crap was like living a fantasy. Just seeing the look on that titanium taint’s face is enough to make my tights a little less comfortable. With friends like these, do you really need enemies? FUCKING “A” YOU DO. You can’t pump bullets into your superhero friends, no matter how boring their monologues are.
There’s also T.J. Miller, who I’ve only seen in some vodka and beer commercials, but he was a pretty funny Weasel! And Gina Carano struck the fear of God into my boner. I liked it. I think? Or I’m terrified, because her fighting skills are off-the-charts crazy. I wish she’d throw me around like Colossus…[hands-under-chin daydreaming face]
Who said I don’t play well with others! At least in the movies I do!
