#deadpool 27

Call me Ishmael, I account it high time to get to sea whenever 'tis a damp drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses or navigating ghastly oversized moons of fat old ladies in spandex hunched over shopping carts as they lumber aimlessly through Walmart in Wildebeest Grandma herds. I search daily for a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and playing amputation roulette with the straights. But for the love of a good woman; she whom I cherish and to whom I am sworn, my darling Penny, I would devolve to that which is the lowest and cruelest and most vile; which, come to think of it, is both fun and profitable but I digress. The is my substitute for pistol and balls: love has conquered a black heart, leaving in its place only joy, peace, and an empty checking account. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings as I...Deadpool.

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