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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).

( Anyway...crazy, cracky, hysterical canon abuse follows...read at your own peril. )

You all remember Madlibs, right? That crazy party game where you randomly substitute words and create a (hopefully) crazy story. Well, we of the Winter 2011 Big Chicago Meetup took scenes from White Collar, using the transcripts provided by afiawri, and madlibbed them with insanely funny results (and I cracked up so hard, I hurt myself).

ETA: Many thanks to coffeethyme4me for the idea! She has an awesomely kinky and literate mind.

My madlib was the final scene between Peter and Neal - at the hanger, in Out of the Box.

( What follows below uses plenty of dirty words. The faint of heart and canon purists may be appalled. )

Because I just happened to read augustbird 's post, I find myself contractually obligated to do this meme...


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