Phew. Was nervous for a minute, especially since most of the gifts that I give get thrown back at me thru the window. Which isn't nearly as exciting as it sounds and I didn't wanna have to explain why I had the imprint of a belt buckle on my forehead.
The point is...well, I don't really have one this time, besides doing the happy dance in my living room cause yeah...baseball game and beautiful women don't usually mix in the world of Deadpool.
You'll have to get a hot dog when we're there; it's an unwritten law. And you have to sing take me out to the ball game. Which is kinda pointless since we're already there.