For personal reference!
Hulk post old bitty log of Deadpool leaving message for X-Girl so Hulk not have to hunt for it in Girl's LJ.
"Hey, Kitty! Katherine! Katya! Pryde and Wisdom! Pryde and Glory! Pryde and Prejudice! Kizitizy Prizyde! Shadowcat! Ya givin' ME a ShadowCAT! Sorry, Olivia Newton-John moment there. So hey there, Ariel, it's Deadpool here. Sorry about the voice, I know, I sound like that frou-frou limey you married, I'm workin' on that one, but it was courtesy of that Jenova thing. If you're as smarty farty as I hear you are, you already know what I'm talkin' about. The alien parasite bitch bent on world domination, like all your crazy supervillains are. She hijacked my girl Ria for a while, turned me into an elf - and if you laugh at that, I'll hear it and I'll shave your head while you sleep - but we done got her outta Ria, and you'll find her all hacked up into grody gramoofabits over in the cemetery, one of the marble crytps - pretty sure the name was Barnes. I figure you're smarter than me on the concept of how exactly we dispose of Twatsie without risking another infection of some other poor bastard. Somehow, I'm doubting liberal doses of Clorox and lighter fluid isn't gonna get the job done. So if you wanna take care of it, you know the place. If you need some grunt to do the heavy lifting, make hubby do it and then you can laugh at how weak he is from all the nicotine. Cigarettes don't make you cool, kids. Smoke all you want, we'll still be able to smell the English on ya, bub.
"So hey, okay, there's the scoop, handle it how ya want. Give ol' Petey Wisdom a big wedgie for me. If you see the tin man, tell 'im I was rootin' for him. If you see Captain Bubsnikt of the S.S. Wet Dog Smell, grab the two hairy points on his head and play tug-o-war and tell me what side wins. If you see Chuckie X, pat his head like they do on the Benny Hill show and deflate his tires. If you see Dazzler, tell her she really needs to go back to how she was on her second album, because she really lost focus after that and started regurgitating her earlier work, and it's just depressing. If you see Psylocke, ask her how in the blue hell she went from prissy British mindbitch to Asian ninja in lingerie, cuz I've had it explained to me forty times and I never understood it. If you see Slim Summers, you have GOT to do the Stooges eyepoke. If you see Mar-Vell Girl, ask her why she couldn't get a better love triangle than a cro-magnon pipsqueak and a Ken doll with a stick up his ass. If you see Ol' Hank McCoy, tell him to clap with his feet more, cuz it's funny. If you see Iceman, ask him why the hell he could still move around while encased in ice, but Captain Ding-Donged America was frozen stiff bopping around the Arctic Circle for forty years. If you see Angel-cakes, snag his wallet and mail it to me. If you see Rogue, tell her she needs to bring the two-foot-high mullet back into style and ask her if I can kiss her grits. Really. I've wanted to kiss those grits for years - I was a big fan, back from the Brotherhood days. Yeah, that's right, I liked her when likin' her wasn't cool! Boo-yah! Okay, Sprite. Slice. Mountain Dew Code Red. This is Deadpool reminding you to control your smarm population and have your Gambits spayed or neutered. See you next time, if the Price is Right."
"Hey, Kitty! Katherine! Katya! Pryde and Wisdom! Pryde and Glory! Pryde and Prejudice! Kizitizy Prizyde! Shadowcat! Ya givin' ME a ShadowCAT! Sorry, Olivia Newton-John moment there. So hey there, Ariel, it's Deadpool here. Sorry about the voice, I know, I sound like that frou-frou limey you married, I'm workin' on that one, but it was courtesy of that Jenova thing. If you're as smarty farty as I hear you are, you already know what I'm talkin' about. The alien parasite bitch bent on world domination, like all your crazy supervillains are. She hijacked my girl Ria for a while, turned me into an elf - and if you laugh at that, I'll hear it and I'll shave your head while you sleep - but we done got her outta Ria, and you'll find her all hacked up into grody gramoofabits over in the cemetery, one of the marble crytps - pretty sure the name was Barnes. I figure you're smarter than me on the concept of how exactly we dispose of Twatsie without risking another infection of some other poor bastard. Somehow, I'm doubting liberal doses of Clorox and lighter fluid isn't gonna get the job done. So if you wanna take care of it, you know the place. If you need some grunt to do the heavy lifting, make hubby do it and then you can laugh at how weak he is from all the nicotine. Cigarettes don't make you cool, kids. Smoke all you want, we'll still be able to smell the English on ya, bub.
"So hey, okay, there's the scoop, handle it how ya want. Give ol' Petey Wisdom a big wedgie for me. If you see the tin man, tell 'im I was rootin' for him. If you see Captain Bubsnikt of the S.S. Wet Dog Smell, grab the two hairy points on his head and play tug-o-war and tell me what side wins. If you see Chuckie X, pat his head like they do on the Benny Hill show and deflate his tires. If you see Dazzler, tell her she really needs to go back to how she was on her second album, because she really lost focus after that and started regurgitating her earlier work, and it's just depressing. If you see Psylocke, ask her how in the blue hell she went from prissy British mindbitch to Asian ninja in lingerie, cuz I've had it explained to me forty times and I never understood it. If you see Slim Summers, you have GOT to do the Stooges eyepoke. If you see Mar-Vell Girl, ask her why she couldn't get a better love triangle than a cro-magnon pipsqueak and a Ken doll with a stick up his ass. If you see Ol' Hank McCoy, tell him to clap with his feet more, cuz it's funny. If you see Iceman, ask him why the hell he could still move around while encased in ice, but Captain Ding-Donged America was frozen stiff bopping around the Arctic Circle for forty years. If you see Angel-cakes, snag his wallet and mail it to me. If you see Rogue, tell her she needs to bring the two-foot-high mullet back into style and ask her if I can kiss her grits. Really. I've wanted to kiss those grits for years - I was a big fan, back from the Brotherhood days. Yeah, that's right, I liked her when likin' her wasn't cool! Boo-yah! Okay, Sprite. Slice. Mountain Dew Code Red. This is Deadpool reminding you to control your smarm population and have your Gambits spayed or neutered. See you next time, if the Price is Right."