There is nothing wrong with this issue of Deadpool, per se.  It doesn’t have horrid art like the last issue, and the writing is back on form.  But, Deadpool and I need some time apart.  The meta gag, and the Bea Arthur fixation were fun for a little while, but it’s time to move on.  Goodbye Deadpool.  Goodbye Daniel Way.

(Also, there was no sexy party with The Avengers, it’s just a story about Deadpool trying to be a good guy in Las Vegas, with some old faces and old plot devices turning up.)