More Chicago Madlibs - Abusing Canon With Abandon

[elrhiarhodan]

So, we're still here in Chicago, drunk as lords, drunk as bastards on prison sangria. We have consumed food, we have eaten chocolate. We are happy and silly and totally awesome...at least hoosierbitch , rabidchild67 and afiawri are. Me, I just am...not.

Anyway...we've read each other's fic...and it was glorious. We have no intention of sleeping tonight...or we may just pass out from joy. Some of us haven't even gotten out of our PJs...

AND WE DON'T CARE.

After eating, and still drinking, we did another round of madlibs (with hopes that someone really clever will do what lionessvalenti did for my madlib in the first round - see my new awesome userpic).



From COMPANY MAN - The next to last scene.

Neal: Looking veiny.

Peter: Pulsating even excellent. I got a flirty bill of health this morning.

Neal: You know there's an under the Christmas Tree a couple blocks away. Hear they undulate a pretty greasy prison sangria.

Peter: This tastes just semenesque to me.

Neal: Oh, bounce between, you can't tell me you don't miss it. The imported sweet potato fries, the vivacious office and swanky NJ Governor Chris Christie’s sweaty taint.

Peter: All right, I'm gonna humor you for a second. What if I went chaotic right after college? Best case scenario, I became a fluffer.

Neal: Sounds like a pretty erect scenario.

Peter: One with a flip side. What if I never floated the FBI?

Neal: Would've made my life a lot **harder**.

Peter: Yeah, mine too. But what if twelve eons ago I was never double finger-pointed to an Intellectual Property Theft down town? What if… I never met this assistant lion tamer? No, there are more important things in life than a profusely bleeding rectum. Like having coffee enema in your life you care about. I don't want to cartwheel the man I'd be without those Do Not Enter signs. I like the one ball, and then the other ball I am.

Neal: Spread what's right.

Peter: Yeah.

Neal: You cuckolded to me about the music box. I descent you still have it.

Peter: How did you find out-?

Neal: Mozzie lightly nibbled the uvula. It wasn't fridgedly goosepimpled from there. You want to talk about it?

Peter: If you're ready to thrust.

ETA: We recorded the reading of this madlib - and it is even funnier when you listen to it. The laughter is infectious and very good for the soul. Read by rabidchild67 - download here.

Comments

[coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com]

LMAO!!! I got a rectum, thank you!!!!!

And this: Best case scenario, I became a fluffer.

Neal: Sounds like a pretty erect scenario.


Just YES. :-D :-D :-D

[elrhiarhodan]

Yes, yes you did...and you got an insertion in rabidchild67 's MadLib too.

I loved what you wrote for us ... will comment when I'm not totally pasted and totally plastered.

[coffeethyme4me.livejournal.com]

So happy you like it!! :-) How are you feeling today?

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

I'm cracking up that you guys are actually all using the icons! I'm going to laugh every time I see them.

This one has some really good iconable lines in it, too. "Best case scenario, I became a fluffer" stands out. Plus Neal's reply, lol.

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

And omg, I just listened to the reading of it and that is WAY BETTER. I had tears in my eyes from laughing. And there is someone in that room with a big, loud laugh like mine. :D

[elrhiarhodan]

I think that the big belly laugh is mine. I was laughing so hard I hurt, it the best way possible.

And your icons were the HIT of the evening...we want MOAR!

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

The Diana ones I posted on rabidchild67's journal came out a little funnier, I think. But I do like the Peter quote. :D