Sunday, 29 March 2015

Ketnet Kingsize 1- attractive brunette

This is the first gallery of stills of Ketnet Kingsize. It is a show where at the end two kids play a game and the winner decides if their parent or the others gets "snotted". It is a good set up and there have been lots of pretty good scenes. This is the first. The clips may be removed eventually so that is why I am doing galleries. The gallery is at:

Sunday, 22 March 2015

Rose Leslie and Carice Van Houten by request

Rose Leslie and Carice Van Houten by request

Rose Leslie and Carice Van Houten were both stars of Game of Thrones. The series became extremely popular and critically acclaimed. It was a very serious show, so sometimes when the cast were on set, they enjoyed doing things to keep the atmosphere light and pleasant. At one point, the cast decided to make use of some old pillories that were being used for the show. The cast and crew decided that they would hold a vote and the two cast members who received the most votes would have to be put into the stocks and pied with a barrage of pies by the cast and crew of the show.
It was a close call. There were dozens of people to choose from. The cast and crew were used. In the end, Carice and Rose were the unlucky ones who were chosen to take the unenviable positions in the stocks. The two were both quite dignified ladies, for the most part, so this was going to prove most embarrassing for them. They had been told earlier in the day that they were the ones who were chosen. It was on everyone’s mind for the remainder of the day. The time finally arrived and the women were summoned. 

It was almost like a medieval punishment, keeping with the theme of the show. The ladies reluctantly came forward. Two of larger men led them to the stocks. The tops of them were lifted and the women were gently lowered into their places. The put their necks and wrists in place in the stocks. They arranged their hair so that it would not get caught. The tops were then lowered and latched into place. The women now secured in place. They raised their heads, looking out at the sea of their colleagues that lay in front of them. They just sighed and winced at the predicament that they had found themselves. Everyone feigned serious looking faces.

One of the men beside the stocks then spoke. “I decree, Rose and Carice have been voted by cast and crew to receive the punishment of pillory, followed by pie firing squad. You may all take your pies and get into position,” he said. Everyone took a pie in their hands and stood a short distance across from the ladies. “Everyone in position. You may fire at will,” the man stated.

Carice and Rose lowered their heads and closed their eyes, awaiting the onslaught of pie that was about to come hurling at them. In an instant, the pies began to fly at them. The first two, smashing them squarely in the faces. Then the tops of their head, then their necks. Pie after pie landed, hitting their marks. Pies then hit their bodies, smashing, splattering creamy pie all over the two women. Pies smashed into their breasts, which dangled downward. Their arched backs and bent backsides also began to take some pie hits. They were still in period costume, looking like a couple of wenches.
Pie dripped down their faces and breasts, just as one pie began to disperse, another hit, taking its place. Pie plates stuck to their bodies at times, only to be dislodged by the impact of another oncoming pie. Their hair now covered in creamy pie. The pies hit the wooden pillories with thuds.

Not all the pies hit their mark. Some flew to the side, splattering different areas of the ladies’ bodies.
Pies whacked their breasts, filling their low cut medieval dresses and cleavage with pie. Their facial features dripping with pie. Pie all over their noses and lips, covering their cheeks. Their faces covered almost completely in masks of pie. It was extremely embarrassing for the ladies to be smashed with pies by everyone they worked with in such a humiliating fashion. There was no let up either. There were so many members of cast and crew that the number of pies they took was just enormous. 

Finally, the barraged of pie ceased. The pie was left to roll off of the faces and bodies of the two women for a little while, as they were left in place in the stocks for a few minutes afterwards. This also allowed everyone an opportunity to take as many photographs as they liked. The women were just silent. They were mortified beyond belief by what they had just been put through.

Eventually, the tops of the pillories were lifted and the ladies were let out. They cleaned their eyes and mouths. They brushed some pie from their hair and rubbed some of it off down their bodies. They were then left to make the walk of shame back to the dressing rooms to get cleaned up.

Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Aisling Bea, a short story

Aisling Bea, a short story

Aisling Bea is an up and coming comedienne. She has appeared on some minor television shows and is beginning to make a name for herself. She is beginning to get famous. As a result, she was asked to appear on a special for Red Nose Day.  She jumped at the chance to do it, because it was a very good opportunity to get face seen on national television at a time when most of the country would be watching. She only hesitated momentarily when the word gunge tank was brought up. She did comedy for a living. She could not very well refuse to take a gunging for charity. It would have made her look horrible. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to it or anything, but she thought that it might be a bit of fun. She was more than able to laugh at herself.

So, on the day, the comedienne got herself ready and headed over to the gunge tank.  She wore a pair of cache dungaree trousers and a red and black checked flannel shirt that was open at the neck. When it was her segment of the show, it was thrown over to the presenter. They told the world that Aisling Bea had kindly and generously agreed to be the one to sit in the gunge tank. “I’m just doing this for charity, mind. Don’t you be getting any funny ideas,” she quipped. “And you all better appreciate it,” she joked. “ The things we do for charity, I don’t know, these days,” she said, “ Sometimes I just can’t be asked,” she said, quoting a bit of her routine. “It’s quite comfortable in here, actually, I can’t be asked to get up, I might just stay in here all day,” she joked. She put her feet up in the tank and put her hands behind her head, lounging. Everyone laughed as she clowned around.

Just at that moment, however, gunge swiftly dumped on her from above. It was purple. It splashed down onto her legs and body, almost knocked her over, but she managed to stay as she was. The gunge poured down over her body and onto her face. She comically waived her hands and gave a worried face as gunge poured down onto her face and hair. She shook her head, splashing gunge around. More poured down her outstretched body. Sitting as she had, had only managed to give the gunge a much larger target and now it was getting everywhere. She smiled and gave two thumbs up as the gunge continued to dump over her.

It was raining gunge on the mildly famous funny lady. She held out her hands as it fell on her from above. She closed her eyes and moved her lips as gunge poured down her face. She rubbed her hand across her face and through her hair. When it finally trickled to a halt, the presenter came over and spoke to her. “Well Aisling Bea, you were such a good sport, thank you so much for taking one for the cause.” “Oh don’t mention it. In fact, I want to let you know that I have decided, from now on, I am going to be doing this every Saturday night at mine. You are welcome to come along. The more the merrier,” she said. No one knew if she was kidding or not. In reality, she was only half joking. She had quite enjoyed how the gunge felt on her. The feeling of being gunned was something that she had quite enjoyed and would not be averse to trying again.

Swipe Tv Ms Daly

This week Ms Daly got it. The gunging was a bit better, but there weren't really any aftershots. There was a good reaction before. Some of the banter on the show was really good as well. The gunge was a different colour and thicker this time. They really need to sort the goggles out and stuff though as well as the tank. The tank obscures the view. It really lessons it a bit. Miss Daly really was a good sport.
The full gallery is at:

Monday, 9 March 2015

Swipe Tv Miss Dunne

These are stills from the Swipe Tv gunging of Miss Dunne. Overall, it was pretty good. The gunge was pretty good and the teacher was attractive. I love the whole concept of the show. The whople point is to gunge the teacher. There are issues though. The gunge did not hit properly and the goggles and boiler suit are not really helping things. It would be better to just pour it on the teacher. The tank is ok, but the gunge bounced onto the walls obscuring the rest of the gunging. Still, it was pretty good overall. The full gallery is at:

Sunday, 8 March 2015

Upcoming Dutch snot stills

Hi Everyone,
Pretty soon I will start uploading stills from the Dutch television program featuring what I suppose is called the snot drop. There are quite a few clips. I have done stills of a lot of them already. I know many people don't care for stills, but the clips may not be online forever. I really like the scenes and how they play out. Two kids play a game and the winner chooses to gunge either their parent or the parent of the other child. The results are usually quite good. The gunge isn't the best, it is the viscous kind, but they usually do a good job. I enjoy the way it plays out. Oh well, I hope everyone will enjoy.

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Shona McGarty in gunge court

Shona McGarty in gunge court

Shona McGarty was an actress on Eastenders. She was someone whom the cast and crew found very annoying. She would do little things all the time that were selfish and inconsiderate of others. As a result of her actions, her co-star, Jacqueline Jossa decided to take her to gunge court for her crimes. Everyone knew how gunge court worked. The rest of the cast and crew were invited to attend to witness the trial, the sentencing and the punishment. Miss Jossa represented the prosecution and Shona represented herself in defence.

Miss Jossa presented her case, and it was a very strong one indeed. She was charged with lack of respect for cast and crew. She was charged with being late for filming on one occasion which had cost the show fifteen thousand pounds in fines and she had also routinely been rude to members of the cast and crew. The proof of the fines was presented and witnesses were called to explain Shona’s attitude and her treatment of others. Shona’s defence was much weaker. All she really said was that she never meant to offend anyone and that she may have been a bit thoughtless, but she not done any of this on purpose so it was not really her fault. Miss Jossa countered by saying that this was a big part of the issue. Shona was a spoiled, self-obsessed chav who never gave a second thought about other people. She was only interested in what she needed and wanted. Shona tried to interject but the judge slammed down his gavel and said that he did not hear anymore. He was ready to make his verdict.

“Shona McGarty, on the charges of being selfish, rude and costing the show money in fines, I find you, guilty as charged of all of the above.” Shona rolled her eyes. She shook her head and swore a bit to herself under her breath. “For your sentence, seeing as this is the worst case I have ever had the displeasure of presiding over in gunge court, I hereby sentence you to three consecutive punishments. You will be covered in chocolate. You then will be locked in the stocks where you will be pied and then tarred and feathered. Following that, you will have to be placed in the gunge tank. Court adjourned,” he said, banging the gavel. Shona tried to interject, but it was too late. Miss Jossa and the entire cast and crew celebrated. Miss Jossa took a bow. Shona shook her head, steaming with anger. The bailiffs approached. They each took one of her arms and then led her to the front of the court room.

Shona wore a black skirt, a white button down shirt that was open at the neck and appeared to be slightly too small for her and a black suit jacket. They looked totally out of place on her, but she did look better than she had ever done before. The outfit really suited her because it showed off her figure and was quite a contrast from her chav like appearance. It was a really good look for her.

Everyone clapped and cheered as she stood in front of all of them, glaring back at them for this. The bailiffs then each were given two bottles of chocolate syrup. They took one in each of their hands. As they were much larger and taller than Shona, they were easily able to reach over and start pouring the chocolate sauce onto her. She pouted and swore under her breath. She was powerless to do anything to stop what was happening as they began to squeeze their chocolate mess down onto her. It poured over the top of her head at first, before dripping down her forehead and then down the back of her hair. It then poured down her nose and cheeks. It poured onto the centre and sides of her face first before slowly covering her entire face. More poured down her neck and down her white shit. Staining it with brown marks that would ruin it forever. It rolling down her chest and back and then down the rest of her body. It dripped down from her bangs and nose, down onto the floor. It poured down her somewhat chubby pale body. She looked out with her big eyes as the courtroom celebrated her humiliation. She wiggled her arms and rubbed the sides of her jacket with her hands. This was only the beginning though.

Next, the previously mentioned stocks were wheeled out. They were set up in front of the court room. Shona was brought to them by the bailiffs. One raised the top while the other helped her into place. Her neck and wrists were put into place and then the top was lowered and the side locked, securing the young woman in place in the pillory. She was bent over and facing the court room. Her colleagues and crew members were now allowed to come forward. To the side, a massive table covered with pies was revealed. It was a veritable, pie firing squad.

All of the actors she worked with would be throwing pies at her now. This included people that played her surrogate mother and grandmother, brothers and sisters, friends and partners. The idea that they were going to be doing this to her made her skin crawl. It was so embarrassing. The bailiffs gave their signal and then, all the members of the cast of Eastenders began to launch pie after pie at Shona McGarty. All of them laughing, making comments, mocking her.  She as dripping with sweat now. The first pie came courtesy of Miss Jossa. It flew through the air and smashed directly into her face. It popped off, leaving her face instantly covered in pie. Before she could even blink, three more pies flew her way, smashing against the stocks and her face and body. She was then peppered with pies. Pie after pie after pie hit her. She could not react, so was hit over and over again.

Then the actors who played her family got the chance to go up close and pie her up close and personal. They smushed one pie straight into her face and another right into her backside. The pie slid down the back of her skirt and all over her legs. She could not get over the feeling of having her colleagues humiliate her in such a personal way. They were really rubbing her face in it. Her clothes were totally destroyed already. The members of the crew were then allowed to throw pies at her. She was, once again, hit with a barrage of pies, one after another. 

The tar and feathering were to come net. As a further indignity, a member of the crew who was slightly overweight and older that Shona had sort of picked on in the past was going to get to do the honours as an act of revenge. She thought he was unattractive and gross. The thought of him doing anything to her made her feel sick. He was given honey rather than tar to use on her. He poured it down onto her clothes and body, over her back, initially. He then yanked her already bulging skirt down and ripped her shirt open. Unfortunately for her, she had made the choice not wear any underwear on this occasion. Everyone gasped as they saw that she was now, basically nude, apart from the heels that she wore and her tattered clothes. He continued to pour the honey down over her large back and down her legs. He now got a nice view of her bare bottom. He slowly poured more honey all over her. She groaned as she felt it on her. It felt sticky and gross. He then got a bag of feathers and liberally dumped them up and down her body. They were strewn everywhere, sticking to the honey. She looked ridiculous. The only bright side was that the feathers covered her modesty. She also realised at this point that she had not brought a change of clothes because she never believed that this would happen. She was going to have to somehow get home in the state that she was. She only hoped they would allow her to clean off at least.

Next the stocks were opened and Shona was lead to the gunge tank which also served as the witness box. The bailiffs sat her in it and closed the door. Miss Jossa pulled down on the gavel, which was the release mechanism and released gallons of bright pink gunge onto the slightly chubby actress. Shona closed her eyes as the gunge rained down on her. She lowered her head in shame and disgust as the gunge slowly covered her from head to toe. It poured over her face and all over her now naked and feather laden body. She held her hands out as it poured, while everyone cheered in joy at what they were witnessing. 

When the flow of gunge finally ceased, the court room was adjourned and everyone began to file out. Shona was shown to the back where there was a shower. She was allowed to clean herself off a bit, to some extent. They did not provided clothing, however, or even a towel for her. She was going to have to get home in the state she was currently in. Anyone who was in East London that evening were treated to the sight of a stark naked Eastenders actress, trying desperately to cover her private parts with her hands, running and hopping across the roads to get home.