tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36147501345801676452024-03-18T03:00:12.685+00:00Messy Celebrity PollsJRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.comBlogger1810125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-30823629856428300842024-03-17T03:47:00.002+00:002024-03-17T03:47:25.768+00:00Priya Big Bang Theory Aarti Martin<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Priya Big Bang Theory Aarti Martin<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Priya was Raj’s sister on the Big Bang Theory. Raj did not
like that his sister was dating his friend. She was not happy that he was
trying to interfere in her life. The two were at odds. Priya challenged him to
appear on quiz show. The winner would get the chance to dump special mess all
over their sibling. It was a very difficult quiz because both of them were extremely
smart. It was not taken too seriously, but Priya was sure that she would win.
She wanted to teach her brother a lesson.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2a5RDZYLGYhyphenhyphentWvZ8ys1xmzBneGtSCiznEDYhGoP7KwFctAMkuJaQzhFYzSL21gE6dLdYIGh1IRyVYZg0Por8EfKck1L-d8DmVmHnqv5wWQSizLnxtUvwNAjpdZfntX7_rdTcl0fKQhYqHRxjpQIJUsLFCZaYC1WpMcqqbBII41oDnbOYHqBSgvMg3c/s500/pri1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="350" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA2a5RDZYLGYhyphenhyphentWvZ8ys1xmzBneGtSCiznEDYhGoP7KwFctAMkuJaQzhFYzSL21gE6dLdYIGh1IRyVYZg0Por8EfKck1L-d8DmVmHnqv5wWQSizLnxtUvwNAjpdZfntX7_rdTcl0fKQhYqHRxjpQIJUsLFCZaYC1WpMcqqbBII41oDnbOYHqBSgvMg3c/s320/pri1.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She wore a purple button down shirt and black trousers. The
set up was that both were sat below a tank filled with special mess. Each correct
answer would bring their sibling closer to the mess. Each incorrect answer
would do the opposite. Priya felt everything was set up perfectly for her. She
forgot that her brother was a genius also and that beating him would be a very
difficult task. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Throughout the game, they traded correct answers back and
forth. A lot of times, it came down to who was quicker on the buzzer. Priya was
starting to get nervous. She did not want to be the one to lose and get covered
in the mess above. The mess was Tikka Masala. It was not something that she
wanted to wear.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn45toF2sFCoGmjnV6IJoYco_obfpwHLhohbkSlAIndKej_xbjJQWN7oMKvQJumCPN8xJCX3kbpajDeIp9a1KF2IJyTGfNxGXHRQ3z5Mn-bRprj-tRur1WB1WMkcCAE4DwPeeB4YEfjpDEDevpTrkNAMrZdhV5cUomG-CavK7E7X8VTQeZzIoNGfWgWkk/s980/pri3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="980" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn45toF2sFCoGmjnV6IJoYco_obfpwHLhohbkSlAIndKej_xbjJQWN7oMKvQJumCPN8xJCX3kbpajDeIp9a1KF2IJyTGfNxGXHRQ3z5Mn-bRprj-tRur1WB1WMkcCAE4DwPeeB4YEfjpDEDevpTrkNAMrZdhV5cUomG-CavK7E7X8VTQeZzIoNGfWgWkk/s320/pri3.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As the game went on the tension grew and grew. Everyone was
in the audience. The other women were routing for Priya. She built up a small
lead but then lost it. Just when it appeared she would pull away, she answered
a few wrong and evened things up again. It all came down to the final question.
Priya buzzed in. She was sure of her answer. The problem was that got part of
the answer wrong, meaning the whole answer was incorrect. She was shocked when
she was told that her answer was absolutely wrong. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCumhTZsDqUv_IRAsZCNljD7RSGGlxhbrhNPMsoKoWl9VquOOeySGXkBBdk0hz2El3oM0f4yN0KW-RPRbA66u835iJMqgGFfu40a9_Gr1P0GaI3JdnjHdiclKFnfU_ZGI8xn6pUeyRi51ojIDu1_NxtRZLrEfjCzj6hxQ9yNs_7wuJ58spQWk584hnAE/s1206/pri4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1206" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCumhTZsDqUv_IRAsZCNljD7RSGGlxhbrhNPMsoKoWl9VquOOeySGXkBBdk0hz2El3oM0f4yN0KW-RPRbA66u835iJMqgGFfu40a9_Gr1P0GaI3JdnjHdiclKFnfU_ZGI8xn6pUeyRi51ojIDu1_NxtRZLrEfjCzj6hxQ9yNs_7wuJ58spQWk584hnAE/s320/pri4.jpeg" width="318" /></a></div><br />She had almost no time to react as she was pushed upwards
and the tikka masala began to pour down all over her. It was bright red and
orange and very lumpy. She shook her head. Her brother crossed his arms and
tried not to laugh as his sister was showered in the mess. It poured down over
her black hair, down her neck, all over her shirt and down her trousers. It
dripped everywhere. She swung her legs as the tikka fell all over her. She
screwed up her face, squinting and scrunching her nose up.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrRynYqQ4_jOve4BeqVT59yUzXtQRNb4rRY4_l7EUsiTWOduXcsMSLcoi70PKlm9niDu3bfWbWmkGOJ8lzZFUompTK9xm_EuMZI5QgM3GYO7TzTiAmdCSpahIjGhScxRirckr3FfelxTxHVZ39rdEMSipYNJ-d5H9THbfo8zIGHUtl-7fWEV4NupAEvA/s1600/pri2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrRynYqQ4_jOve4BeqVT59yUzXtQRNb4rRY4_l7EUsiTWOduXcsMSLcoi70PKlm9niDu3bfWbWmkGOJ8lzZFUompTK9xm_EuMZI5QgM3GYO7TzTiAmdCSpahIjGhScxRirckr3FfelxTxHVZ39rdEMSipYNJ-d5H9THbfo8zIGHUtl-7fWEV4NupAEvA/s320/pri2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She blushed. She was very embarrassed. The replay was shown
in slow motion over and over capturing her reaction as she was covered in messy
masala. She looked over and glared at her brother. She pointed at him as if to
say,” Just shut up.”<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-53251646417189237712024-03-17T03:25:00.002+00:002024-03-17T03:25:17.641+00:00Emilia Clarke fake mess 5<p> Emilia Clarke fake mess 5</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe2rBrJOQ1AHWymTHAgiBpVvbMONF0uRwKZmRxo1NdoThF6L5CqOwccxSCgkjrkUKOwOe-GFI7aSw4CwDgfI_Ewhu-rzjgUQ-hA05d6k6knT6V1EtO7ckmu_RrvNIP-Sqqz8g9_akJbwc_6Lbs4cpSTiZKX1z0Eehyphenhyphenkih4sWRqBc0AtmIad5dTzbR_2Y/s423/emiliaclarke5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="420" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihe2rBrJOQ1AHWymTHAgiBpVvbMONF0uRwKZmRxo1NdoThF6L5CqOwccxSCgkjrkUKOwOe-GFI7aSw4CwDgfI_Ewhu-rzjgUQ-hA05d6k6knT6V1EtO7ckmu_RrvNIP-Sqqz8g9_akJbwc_6Lbs4cpSTiZKX1z0Eehyphenhyphenkih4sWRqBc0AtmIad5dTzbR_2Y/s320/emiliaclarke5.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-86215488640431058562024-03-10T02:18:00.004+00:002024-03-10T02:18:58.990+00:00Arsenal women’s<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Arsenal women’s <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Arsenal women’s players Beth Mead, Alessia Russo and Leah
Williamson found themselves in a very embarrassing situation after a hastily
made bet on a game with a lower league team at Christmas time. The three of
them messed up in the game, which caused the team to ultimately lose the match.
Their teammates were not happy with them. They decided that they would teach
them a lesson in the locker room.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdn-7D7tngujQLwha6uBScvGXJZdzKbJFP7gxyWHu7t6JySidCQ_WL-CYOSjeHsWZIrBm7mDVh6iSyDqoMCNQiRcVIAa-HZ4bSrw3bNbKxIieAmguJ6kzDjqkYixgaX6Tf1PiWAdbyVEBXkgzi1rlfEJbLqve1k3jUarAqhjaNI2sgV-pi6IA-co6GHU/s273/arse2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="185" data-original-width="273" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdn-7D7tngujQLwha6uBScvGXJZdzKbJFP7gxyWHu7t6JySidCQ_WL-CYOSjeHsWZIrBm7mDVh6iSyDqoMCNQiRcVIAa-HZ4bSrw3bNbKxIieAmguJ6kzDjqkYixgaX6Tf1PiWAdbyVEBXkgzi1rlfEJbLqve1k3jUarAqhjaNI2sgV-pi6IA-co6GHU/s1600/arse2.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">After the game, before they showered or did anything, the
team captain got up and said a few words. She said that it was bad that they
lost and the loss would not be tolerated. Everyone would have to work harder.
There were three players though who needed to up their game. She named Beth,
Alessia and Leah by name.” Ok, ladies, let’s show them how we deal with losers.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The three were ambushed. Their teammates began to tickle
them and then started to remove their uniforms. They tried to protest. Their
teammates pulled off their uniforms and whatever they had on underneath. They
stripped them until they were completely naked. They then tied the three of them
together using jump ropes. Everyone was laughing and mocking them. They were
huddled together naked on a bench shivering.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUF3A_6l54a9O7InfNs-HC65ckVoTBfPAZXuq_lSKGZfDlP5_fsZdAideXTXJUZ_9NA3hwy5tw2GLufjOCQyk2iGiQ1xWcs27AAXQIpePa-K8fKD-BoNUuOEAHyNdzQc2IFyNEcJZtRwZ6lr2SG1hoYY15mqoJUSO1NYGlnJR86ZVN-MTPgbe2JLS2MA/s2440/arse3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1372" data-original-width="2440" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUF3A_6l54a9O7InfNs-HC65ckVoTBfPAZXuq_lSKGZfDlP5_fsZdAideXTXJUZ_9NA3hwy5tw2GLufjOCQyk2iGiQ1xWcs27AAXQIpePa-K8fKD-BoNUuOEAHyNdzQc2IFyNEcJZtRwZ6lr2SG1hoYY15mqoJUSO1NYGlnJR86ZVN-MTPgbe2JLS2MA/s320/arse3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The other players then came in with messy items. They came
in at first holding pies. They ran in and smashed their teammates with pies
over and over again. They smashed in all directions as the pies hit their
bodies. They tried to scrunch up, but it did little good. They were soon
covered from head to toe in pie. Crusts and pie plates oozed down their bodies.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They were then sprayed with silly string followed by
ketchup. Their teammates wildly sprayed them with the items, covering them in muck.
They could do nothing but close their eyes as they were sprayed all over. They
tried to cover their modesty as well, although that seemed to be a lost cause
at this point as well.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The team then took an entire hot dog condiment cart and
spilled it over onto the players. It had trays filled with chopped onions,
sauerkraut, ketchup, mustard, barbecue sauce and all kinds of relish. They threw
the cart at them. It toppled over and all of the toppings fell out onto the
ladies.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkYesZgwjPYGBXINPaf97oAcZe6EIy9rBMUjFqHun2QBSLJ6E6i1epkaVBUbyQ7cv4v3Gf69z-ppjtpS_nf5Y6-a126Bbpnra0kij4uMwCY59blXm5Bqhpu7_5wOBr2T_BtuW9tyOgV3yW4Le7YZb5htNhHFBujBIIiv7Ldivmft50EbTvbK2rJlWWYY/s300/arse1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFkYesZgwjPYGBXINPaf97oAcZe6EIy9rBMUjFqHun2QBSLJ6E6i1epkaVBUbyQ7cv4v3Gf69z-ppjtpS_nf5Y6-a126Bbpnra0kij4uMwCY59blXm5Bqhpu7_5wOBr2T_BtuW9tyOgV3yW4Le7YZb5htNhHFBujBIIiv7Ldivmft50EbTvbK2rJlWWYY/s1600/arse1.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Little did they know that all of this was being recorded on
someone’s phone for the whole world to see. They were then forced into the showers
and had to shower together, washing each other all over. <o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-67264899594940361982024-03-10T01:48:00.000+00:002024-03-10T01:48:01.614+00:00Amy Adams fake mess 1 and 2 <p> Amy Adams fake mess 1 and 2</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBf-SvHEpI3KPtGPPoo50W1eLaySUWA4TsbHSbPOo6PxbsvMY1DFMJPKqacHGEsXMlzAYZtcgfw6BofmxqZk1v9W_bIr4YN0LfEPMTopg14QmGgRCRxYJOmYdqhTi2L0HGLXw_HIf2l8jk30i6ANh0EA8qdRgRrVpssMor5XWquTFyyNpiFHRXaFsYeg/s640/amyadams1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="640" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBf-SvHEpI3KPtGPPoo50W1eLaySUWA4TsbHSbPOo6PxbsvMY1DFMJPKqacHGEsXMlzAYZtcgfw6BofmxqZk1v9W_bIr4YN0LfEPMTopg14QmGgRCRxYJOmYdqhTi2L0HGLXw_HIf2l8jk30i6ANh0EA8qdRgRrVpssMor5XWquTFyyNpiFHRXaFsYeg/s320/amyadams1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJxrsp0VFhgiRqDWq9PXBjpKqN2NV-YyYaOSkBd_FNvQw_OSz6Wz4eMbRwZFEEsgcm1S0tdgLSmH8oigyr79ZXHxIT2uFpQv1CsIK4-qiKA5MY8iYKQPYL1zPj0p4xZeUx6Lhuntc5Vd7lb5sMLQcxoSMlWNYG30YbvFzvy_widXPluDiAzgt_INyGhY/s645/amyadams2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="645" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJxrsp0VFhgiRqDWq9PXBjpKqN2NV-YyYaOSkBd_FNvQw_OSz6Wz4eMbRwZFEEsgcm1S0tdgLSmH8oigyr79ZXHxIT2uFpQv1CsIK4-qiKA5MY8iYKQPYL1zPj0p4xZeUx6Lhuntc5Vd7lb5sMLQcxoSMlWNYG30YbvFzvy_widXPluDiAzgt_INyGhY/s320/amyadams2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-45207654920792159562024-03-04T05:20:00.002+00:002024-03-04T05:20:24.833+00:00Haley Scarnato (Scarsnotto)<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Haley Scarnato (Scarsnotto)<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Haley Scarnato was an American Idol contestant.
Unfortunately, there came a week where she got much more attention for what she
was wearing that what she was singing. Or more accurately, not wearing. A lot
of the other contestants got annoyed at her for using her sexuality as a way of
getting votes rather than her talent. It was true that this was a fact, because
she leaned into it rather than shying away from it. She continued to wear very
small shorts that showed off her incredible legs. She did find it to be a
little bit embarrassing. It was not her idea. The producers of the show encouraged
her to do it because it created a buzz and ratings. Be that as it may, some of
the other contestants were angry about it. They decided to teach Haley a
lesson.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoXrudc7b5h5ObEdEWzKpKgkDpTLZQ322hA9chETgpxiOX41EdFxVpOl83EY1viD4fMAzDxAJE9b9OHsLioQN0ErKr03rcHpuaL5yZP5NWRt9JrScqEP2wktn3DIQd6Ey7pyLq_2QbQBQfU8mDGE4LYY-A2XJnFvy2CdhYHsRh7GQfxMoSuEgzfgNZPQ/s653/scar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="435" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoXrudc7b5h5ObEdEWzKpKgkDpTLZQ322hA9chETgpxiOX41EdFxVpOl83EY1viD4fMAzDxAJE9b9OHsLioQN0ErKr03rcHpuaL5yZP5NWRt9JrScqEP2wktn3DIQd6Ey7pyLq_2QbQBQfU8mDGE4LYY-A2XJnFvy2CdhYHsRh7GQfxMoSuEgzfgNZPQ/s320/scar1.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She was on stage doing her song, wearing another provocative
outfit. She was unaware that some of the other contestants were on the catwalk
above her and on the sides of the stage. As she sand and did a little dance,
they readied themselves for the right moment, when she hit the middle of the
stage. It was right in the middle of the song she was singing. She was
completely unaware of what was about to happen.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhVxg1XtfhfgK_KY3dGKjUJMVLmDKYy4oydEW6qVmPIFmU3eJpMEOD6j5T7xUMDD8naJbzGkwWTne3j4OYnGgfeIigqPe_c38YLIcoGxjYkEzZw5tu4DnKgtooUWrSs8tNFE5o5m4VP6DYQ3Vp0WWzOMWAftoGlC7oRB_SCMCv7Gk4YCdh-z_eRYCoNs/s600/scar3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="373" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhVxg1XtfhfgK_KY3dGKjUJMVLmDKYy4oydEW6qVmPIFmU3eJpMEOD6j5T7xUMDD8naJbzGkwWTne3j4OYnGgfeIigqPe_c38YLIcoGxjYkEzZw5tu4DnKgtooUWrSs8tNFE5o5m4VP6DYQ3Vp0WWzOMWAftoGlC7oRB_SCMCv7Gk4YCdh-z_eRYCoNs/s320/scar3.jpg" width="199" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When she stepped on the centre of the stage, someone above her
was triggered to release tons of sloppy brown gunge from above. It began to
pour down upon her. She screamed and everyone else went silent. The audience
was in shock. They did not expect this. They then erupted in laughter as they
watched her get showered in brown mess. It poured over her head and all over
her body, down her top and all over her sexy legs. It smelled disgusting and
was all over her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqoTFEj_GBfL35n0g5naB6awdmpNse2YECxIaWtydaFWTnw5oHVZCoN90e11ZlwVXU_Vmy7hn8sfXSnv4Ro6xubdFXnvYDMdS_oq3l5earFe1cdtkZ7ij6PwbYLQJYwFrQTqwlsOaGBms7qJYRGmHFlswThCD0sZwBej5VUCL60w23FtWCnfeDH4TfwU/s653/scar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="368" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqoTFEj_GBfL35n0g5naB6awdmpNse2YECxIaWtydaFWTnw5oHVZCoN90e11ZlwVXU_Vmy7hn8sfXSnv4Ro6xubdFXnvYDMdS_oq3l5earFe1cdtkZ7ij6PwbYLQJYwFrQTqwlsOaGBms7qJYRGmHFlswThCD0sZwBej5VUCL60w23FtWCnfeDH4TfwU/s320/scar2.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">From the sides of the stage, other contestants threw
spaghetti sauce upon her. She stood completely still in shocked silence as she
was pelted with sauce all over. As she shook herself off a bit, thick custard
poured over her from above. It splattered everywhere, coating her. She was
covered in the mess.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg2utKM_vSdbPjVV2d92RMA_PN3Y5cHY60khZuj3Mfnxqb4XMe2LSBZWxhxLhmS6RlcbFKGQdJc0Uwg128Q9-kKQNu59ahxTndzWT-DcedNk_yMpRP12j3fl1DAhE0HCb6Xs6tXXg2pWvls5TEtbAN5teD9QwNariiy94E0OP_U0YgBBRSqVC1XlMZL2c/s370/scar4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="277" data-original-width="370" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg2utKM_vSdbPjVV2d92RMA_PN3Y5cHY60khZuj3Mfnxqb4XMe2LSBZWxhxLhmS6RlcbFKGQdJc0Uwg128Q9-kKQNu59ahxTndzWT-DcedNk_yMpRP12j3fl1DAhE0HCb6Xs6tXXg2pWvls5TEtbAN5teD9QwNariiy94E0OP_U0YgBBRSqVC1XlMZL2c/s320/scar4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">All she could do was walk off in shame. She was so embarrassed
that she was reluctant to come out again. Strangely enough, this just managed to
get her enough votes to stay in the competition. It was very odd. Everyone was
joking that the custard looked like snot. She was then jokingly referred to as
Haley Scarsnotto.<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-7451353103521700042024-03-04T04:22:00.002+00:002024-03-04T04:22:43.962+00:00Sonya Deville fake mess 1 and 2<p> Sonya Deville fake mess 1 and 2</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wKZ-LRjPqn0kRDaSsMj8TqAhIcBPlQ2aCRpfnf3VLEpVJk4dv-GacrmUjhguYzNFEv0FrMaiQXIYxuM5jkVGMnF9C8obedLxOmgShG7j1XkrImQbUqQuXPu1kVSQF5r4gy4_g_09kgqDmXiqM5KtmAry18XELPhQuESDibYHdSGAxa7cy39yJ0ALNh8/s500/sonyadeville2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="393" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0wKZ-LRjPqn0kRDaSsMj8TqAhIcBPlQ2aCRpfnf3VLEpVJk4dv-GacrmUjhguYzNFEv0FrMaiQXIYxuM5jkVGMnF9C8obedLxOmgShG7j1XkrImQbUqQuXPu1kVSQF5r4gy4_g_09kgqDmXiqM5KtmAry18XELPhQuESDibYHdSGAxa7cy39yJ0ALNh8/s320/sonyadeville2.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClYof17JCbhxgvbbwMNYb_itOUlvvBd_w_id2-xBobfUv-Y9w8GMUbtJvnTwt4HWuYHrol7PfrG0CuxfR-ccSO7mUhdHXTKWWPUzLKIFycIJEsUcx0gIKZTVVJ-Q7EOWbmuto4iD2yT1lJYWmJ3MkfHDy7qca_kf-FNRghIf9tNhMPEtL6SKXr5EAMAM/s1200/sonyadeville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClYof17JCbhxgvbbwMNYb_itOUlvvBd_w_id2-xBobfUv-Y9w8GMUbtJvnTwt4HWuYHrol7PfrG0CuxfR-ccSO7mUhdHXTKWWPUzLKIFycIJEsUcx0gIKZTVVJ-Q7EOWbmuto4iD2yT1lJYWmJ3MkfHDy7qca_kf-FNRghIf9tNhMPEtL6SKXr5EAMAM/s320/sonyadeville.jpg" width="152" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-19490921198203321862024-02-25T04:07:00.003+00:002024-02-25T04:07:55.818+00:00Alexa Bliss therapy fake messes<p> Alexa Bliss therapy fake messes</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRQbxZYTwNx73mwireRYFO3C_JSKAp2BbDIeIQZbhzIFM0ncIujYaqDtDfCVyigNL4DsFhl3KA0DRR35a-5u_3i72EGKfoW1VPLPeDsrrwEu9Za4u85sSZ1ZzEsn7aYEabGuwCmAxq3ZYtQ5NOFoX8dXVIqoTdlSLoDNrwUmn47Bb0-KjwlLle6DXN98/s828/alexablisstherapy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="828" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRQbxZYTwNx73mwireRYFO3C_JSKAp2BbDIeIQZbhzIFM0ncIujYaqDtDfCVyigNL4DsFhl3KA0DRR35a-5u_3i72EGKfoW1VPLPeDsrrwEu9Za4u85sSZ1ZzEsn7aYEabGuwCmAxq3ZYtQ5NOFoX8dXVIqoTdlSLoDNrwUmn47Bb0-KjwlLle6DXN98/s320/alexablisstherapy2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cGCu_l_dbTjAEgvWU5DYkm1UUJ1fHVrCwBzFdZeuVgBUeKZ8t6hzUG_NI4hacdotDityQIWDQfsD45WG8XvSISeoYbMeh2ljB31hA5zojan5LMFxjONRwbyWlwcqpjOczlffBiSD-btPXGVFTzVJunxuxSJBiUPIruN8j2S8y4Yyt7-SJyhZrox_UlY/s503/alexablisstherapy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="462" data-original-width="503" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cGCu_l_dbTjAEgvWU5DYkm1UUJ1fHVrCwBzFdZeuVgBUeKZ8t6hzUG_NI4hacdotDityQIWDQfsD45WG8XvSISeoYbMeh2ljB31hA5zojan5LMFxjONRwbyWlwcqpjOczlffBiSD-btPXGVFTzVJunxuxSJBiUPIruN8j2S8y4Yyt7-SJyhZrox_UlY/s320/alexablisstherapy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-46716848961875037242024-02-25T03:34:00.003+00:002024-02-25T03:34:49.327+00:00Diana DeGarmo pie pendulum<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Diana DeGarmo pie pendulum<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Diana DeGarmo was an American Idol contestant. She was a
very sweet and nice person. She actually married another American Idol
contestant Ace Young. The two were asked to compete in a couples challenge. It was
a game taken from What Would You Do?. One spouse was placed in the pie pendulum.
It was a sort of board that was controlled by a crank, which moved the front of
it closer and closer to an enormous pie. The person’s face would move closer to
the giant pie. The spouse in the device would be asked a series of questions
that the spouse had answered prior to the show. Each time they got one wrong,
they would move closer and closer to the pie as they were cranked down by their
spouse. It was very dramatic as they could see the pie getting closer and
closer. Also, it was now rigged up so the person’s pie would not miss or only
go half way in. It was also rigged with some surprises. Of course, if the
person managed to get all of the questions correct, their spouse would then
replace them and would be going into the pie.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLLcBynuAg6JU3dmGFrJLCicpDCH_53FP6whaVNagtpModK8DhXgx4ZiiQJY5jHY1Genx9zpOlF5CrnXE-Lx7-MYdiF08jq9n-nC6C5pb4EKEjRmcnxs9KEWoCJeBO_aG0Y41Ivo-kGtWuivpSGYvWLSvAvO0KHR0POrp06dvFDpTfCWP4CTyxCvI3OA/s1600/degarmo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLLcBynuAg6JU3dmGFrJLCicpDCH_53FP6whaVNagtpModK8DhXgx4ZiiQJY5jHY1Genx9zpOlF5CrnXE-Lx7-MYdiF08jq9n-nC6C5pb4EKEjRmcnxs9KEWoCJeBO_aG0Y41Ivo-kGtWuivpSGYvWLSvAvO0KHR0POrp06dvFDpTfCWP4CTyxCvI3OA/s320/degarmo3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Diana elected to be the one to go into the device, because
she was sure that she would get all of the questions correct. Both spouses were
quite nervous. Even though Diana was confident, she was nervous all the same
because it would be very embarrassing if she were to lose. That enormous pie
lay down below as well. It looked incredibly ominous, sitting there waiting for
her. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Things started off really well for Diana. She got the first
two questions correct. When the third one was asked, she was shocked to learn
that she had gotten it wrong. Her husband smiled and she grimaced as he got to
crank her down for the first time. Everyone counted as he cranked the pendulum five
times. This caused the board to straighten out and to move Diana’s face closer
to the pie. She grimaced as she looked down on it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqy6tvLZRsW3VenOgFcvOk8n2R57YU_nZnRMhw49LT1cO4y-ujdkoM31I3AIAstDQa2Gii0kL4o1AgXBH7E31Hoe-uH9UP_KoasON8stIph0mQEPFuPcBsPnv_16YM8uRqoA7KN0mJD8wq-VqDNhpkBe5_GwJMnSqNYapDMqwBoirAfsLn3YS8Kmn7_U/s1200/degarmo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="956" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqy6tvLZRsW3VenOgFcvOk8n2R57YU_nZnRMhw49LT1cO4y-ujdkoM31I3AIAstDQa2Gii0kL4o1AgXBH7E31Hoe-uH9UP_KoasON8stIph0mQEPFuPcBsPnv_16YM8uRqoA7KN0mJD8wq-VqDNhpkBe5_GwJMnSqNYapDMqwBoirAfsLn3YS8Kmn7_U/s320/degarmo4.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She then got the next question incorrect as well. When the
host said it was incorrect, she shouted out, “No!” The audience applauded and
cheered. Her husband then got to crank her down some more. Everyone counted to five
as he slowly turned the crank. It moved a bit more quickly now, creaking as it
went. Her face moved closer and closer. The anticipation was agonising. She
knew that she was in trouble now.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5m9GjSgYbwXJ2xcZGc6zjv7-fWDxOiFC2kdlr2EBtX3UJGAw7GA3thB6I1nxtEwzefQUOcTWHxzppG9PAFiv55f8fBxUgvOkHIDRIBRMvE__MLiAIbmdvCV5_TDD-rma9fBmmU_NX3F0LGJ65pafnID-yMd3bgX24U_bZp_Gxv4FKr4Bsf0HiBnz6lhQ/s945/degarmo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="945" data-original-width="630" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5m9GjSgYbwXJ2xcZGc6zjv7-fWDxOiFC2kdlr2EBtX3UJGAw7GA3thB6I1nxtEwzefQUOcTWHxzppG9PAFiv55f8fBxUgvOkHIDRIBRMvE__MLiAIbmdvCV5_TDD-rma9fBmmU_NX3F0LGJ65pafnID-yMd3bgX24U_bZp_Gxv4FKr4Bsf0HiBnz6lhQ/s320/degarmo1.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It was clear that the next question was make or break for
her. If she got it wrong, she was definitely going to be facing that pie below
her. She was asked the question about her husband’s favourite cereal. “He doesn’t
even eat cereal,” she blurted out. “Be that as it may, we still need an answer,”
the host said. “Uh well, I guess cornflakes,” she answered. “Ok, this is the
moment of truth. You guessed cornflakes. Let us see what your husband answered.”
“Rice krispies,” he replied. “Oh no, Diana. Our apologies, but you were wrong
and you know what that means. Ace my friend, crank her down.” Diana pointed at
him and waved her hands. She then closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He began to crank the crank, moving her face closer and
closer until it smushed right into the pie. It went a bit further. It was an
amazing visual watching her expression as she came closer and closer to the
pie. Everyone cheered as her face was submerged in the pie. Ace was then thrown
a rope. He pulled down on it as hard as he could. With that, the crowning
glory, which was pink pie filling fell from above all over Diana’s body. She
squealed as she felt it fall all over her. It covered her back and the rest of
her body.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0watlK2HqNPgwg7alzgLK-nfyeXuDjIWWetayuXFUTH5Oj0BIKHn2X69VqTz9WoLEAiFnNym0AFFovkKsUgvFMBlGLHhL2f9ZuUyf4onYg2LHKblWthbjQLqzHFCo0Uy2Eq84cz02hr8ua7EC6Vqyw4dIivikFz5pokEnV6-2g-rKu-5DIb5RkG236xE/s1440/degarmo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0watlK2HqNPgwg7alzgLK-nfyeXuDjIWWetayuXFUTH5Oj0BIKHn2X69VqTz9WoLEAiFnNym0AFFovkKsUgvFMBlGLHhL2f9ZuUyf4onYg2LHKblWthbjQLqzHFCo0Uy2Eq84cz02hr8ua7EC6Vqyw4dIivikFz5pokEnV6-2g-rKu-5DIb5RkG236xE/s320/degarmo2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Diana’s husband then pumped her back up. She was unstrapped.
When she stood up, her face was covered in creamy pie and her body was dripping
in pink mess. She shook the host’s hand, though she did not feel like it. She
cleared some of the pie from her eyes and waved. She tried to throw it on her
husband, but he was too fast.<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-46534019554281748892024-02-18T17:27:00.003+00:002024-02-18T17:27:41.010+00:00Katharine McPhee Slop Idol<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Katharine McPhee Slop Idol<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Katharine McPhee was once a contestant on American Idol. She
went a long way in the competition and became famous as a result. She appeared
on a show where she took part in number of silly games. They also had a vote to
see which celebrity would face a messing. They modelled it after American Idol.
It was sort of a parody of the voting on the show. The presenter mimicked Ryan
Seacrest as well. There was also a panel of three that mimicked the three
judges. It was all very comedic. The voting was between Katharine and the other
finalist from the show. This time, however, she was hoping not to get the most
votes.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9lBHYfaN3rPgUfPzv9wpLG-E8RTBHJwfEzwoFZq__0bwH79CWKT7fK9RsiMid-3LZRvUiki5ENd-T2Sa75Y73NiFOiI__ha5Qb6sJTQCEFWVnM6RD1kF2Gz9V69qZjGyf5xEuLBwU8JzotDsvR54VXy5BAgryK2JoiqnqT7fxgAKcYQNQ9dxBMUJB2A/s1222/mcphee1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1222" data-original-width="837" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9lBHYfaN3rPgUfPzv9wpLG-E8RTBHJwfEzwoFZq__0bwH79CWKT7fK9RsiMid-3LZRvUiki5ENd-T2Sa75Y73NiFOiI__ha5Qb6sJTQCEFWVnM6RD1kF2Gz9V69qZjGyf5xEuLBwU8JzotDsvR54VXy5BAgryK2JoiqnqT7fxgAKcYQNQ9dxBMUJB2A/s320/mcphee1.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The layout was also quite similar to Saturday Mash up.
Everyone was gathered for the final voting results to see who would be getting
messy. Katharine figured because she had lost in the previous vote, that she
would likely lose this one as well. Unfortunately for her, this vote was very
different. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It finally was time to announce the winner. Katharine was
very nervous. She had her fingers crossed. She wore a pair of jeans, a black
short and a green jacket. The presenter got ready to read the results. “The
voting results are in and I can reveal that are new Slop Idol is… Katharine
McPhee!” Katharine’s face was a picture of shock. She blushed and held her
hands over her face, her mouth was wide open. She shook her head as she was
lead over to some stocks.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxAkTa_O_Xe4CYb3hXhOzkLZP-9UH8YezyNxpnBUaV68M5cOVXLTtxxTtqX-MqkEgOfre797qUtMI2bMMax_yUZjyJXXmvHzrSzZJ0hK9hzR_Z0XbQZubHmBp96VRD0kNX5STHhhQsGwUD3SIw3fT9F-PwICfeKxdUqbndNoJRbsFs_g2_V_j0X7S-us/s1200/mcphee4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxAkTa_O_Xe4CYb3hXhOzkLZP-9UH8YezyNxpnBUaV68M5cOVXLTtxxTtqX-MqkEgOfre797qUtMI2bMMax_yUZjyJXXmvHzrSzZJ0hK9hzR_Z0XbQZubHmBp96VRD0kNX5STHhhQsGwUD3SIw3fT9F-PwICfeKxdUqbndNoJRbsFs_g2_V_j0X7S-us/s320/mcphee4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She began to bend over to get into the stocks. She looked
around and stated,” Oh my gosh, everyone is going to be looking at my butt.”
Everyone laughed. This was very embarrassing. She got into place as the top was
lowered. Her face and hands stuck through. She was completely defenceless against
the mess that may ensure. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The crew and some of the contestants got together and were
given buckets. They started with buckets filled with condiments. They began to
launch these in her direction. They flung ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, barbecue
sauce, ranch dressing, relish and cheese sauce at her. One by one they tossed
their condiments. They landed with a splash, splattering everywhere all over
her face and her body. They threw mess upon her from all sides. It landed on
her jeans and down the back of her legs and all over her before mentioned butt.
Streaks, of white, red, yellow and green covered her from head to toe.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8ii7yLDny-1ci0XVtWNGtbEEg16wh51vvE4mGRiQuj0FlxeWelP2avs0i6t0zhOGhYwTVv6NdXKXyAjnO5aXOj5CWm_5vGseCW1zDniP0E7iiJPls7z3LFMLozHkFIAJzqH4xBlRyKTlzwujjoc9SWLL43aUbRG2ie9OjwGve-fEEFUuDjrs_r0BK44/s914/mcphee3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8ii7yLDny-1ci0XVtWNGtbEEg16wh51vvE4mGRiQuj0FlxeWelP2avs0i6t0zhOGhYwTVv6NdXKXyAjnO5aXOj5CWm_5vGseCW1zDniP0E7iiJPls7z3LFMLozHkFIAJzqH4xBlRyKTlzwujjoc9SWLL43aUbRG2ie9OjwGve-fEEFUuDjrs_r0BK44/s320/mcphee3.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They then were given more buckets. These were filled with
tapioca pudding, rice pudding, baked beans, spaghetti hoops and mushy peas.
They took turns throwing the contents of the buckets in her direction. These
were thicker and sloppier. She let out little squeals as she felt globs of mess
pelting her from all directions.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZtr3t5kV_KMaDiFnriPj-vOMBc0xfrn3OUCp2me9QrsqE99pbuG3E_fng4bMKXm8e221XkiFCRzVHdIcK-D018dSGdiELDuM2GWt-TVHUO-JXmWK4kHtZhIsrq1gtlU0JVDH94FC4WLGE7lJPfkOKwNRzbQ1jqTAHVlY561DsfeFz8UAQFI5GTa98-Y/s1800/mcphee2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZtr3t5kV_KMaDiFnriPj-vOMBc0xfrn3OUCp2me9QrsqE99pbuG3E_fng4bMKXm8e221XkiFCRzVHdIcK-D018dSGdiELDuM2GWt-TVHUO-JXmWK4kHtZhIsrq1gtlU0JVDH94FC4WLGE7lJPfkOKwNRzbQ1jqTAHVlY561DsfeFz8UAQFI5GTa98-Y/s320/mcphee2.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They then finished off by grabbing a gigantic trash can that
was filled with rubbish. It was foul smelling and disgusting. It was very
heavy. It took all of them to lift it. They lifted it in the air and began to
dump the trash out all over her. She made a shocked and then disgusted face as
the garbage rained upon her. The contents were revolting. They looked as though
they were made up mainly of rotting food. She closed her eyes as the mess
washed over her. Large blobs of trash stuck all over her. <o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-11829590671767037532024-02-18T01:07:00.001+00:002024-02-18T01:07:33.501+00:00Molly Qerim fake mess<p> Molly Qerim fake mess</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULIo8-MELi-6_ykKssFPAPVMjQROwnij6ZId7L4Nyutb0-VbouXaAIoVsQ3EmXxII5CY4o9GkbH9jWz8Rnb6dmnr52Ps21wFAg6hCKLyaYXFjCd1ekycWCpq0ILS-3c79F-esDPvlAIC6xNpxK3R9kA4SIC58SM296mvjr52smsxjRlJ1pvSvUn03cEc/s411/mollyquerim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="246" data-original-width="411" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULIo8-MELi-6_ykKssFPAPVMjQROwnij6ZId7L4Nyutb0-VbouXaAIoVsQ3EmXxII5CY4o9GkbH9jWz8Rnb6dmnr52Ps21wFAg6hCKLyaYXFjCd1ekycWCpq0ILS-3c79F-esDPvlAIC6xNpxK3R9kA4SIC58SM296mvjr52smsxjRlJ1pvSvUn03cEc/s320/mollyquerim.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-49965402474765251062024-02-11T01:33:00.002+00:002024-02-11T01:33:31.929+00:00Brooke Vincent fake mess<p> Brooke Vincent fake mess</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8wT-i4KWO_xU-Hb08xuG94aGNs_DxW7Iqze4uGlRtKa4sKQ5f4In0RlUg_RYs7LL8NFrXgAJTE2-CFGZCRzSB1D0DCQrK8Dj8d1d4v7WtQ-FBdbn5tTBdGJBbZelobByZ0WpwAfdITvj31OQh0ApvXVrvXK-VUPQdVwYZYETMihs3y8666-0aCwqoZE/s551/brookevincent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="447" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8wT-i4KWO_xU-Hb08xuG94aGNs_DxW7Iqze4uGlRtKa4sKQ5f4In0RlUg_RYs7LL8NFrXgAJTE2-CFGZCRzSB1D0DCQrK8Dj8d1d4v7WtQ-FBdbn5tTBdGJBbZelobByZ0WpwAfdITvj31OQh0ApvXVrvXK-VUPQdVwYZYETMihs3y8666-0aCwqoZE/s320/brookevincent.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-38235174505824578342024-02-10T04:02:00.002+00:002024-02-10T04:02:16.067+00:00What would you do shoelace woman<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">What would you do shoelace woman<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">There was an episode of What Would You Do? Where they sent a
woman out to see if people would tie her show for her. She then got very
demanding. This was to see what people would do in that situation. She tried to
be as annoying as possible and it worked. On the show, they showed the clip of
this. After they showed the clip they brought in the person who had assisted
her. She came in as well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJOq50OvAs6wN6EOodF68mqxEwLUU8q9Ujl-lkl3D9zft7FKgOxvH4jZS6_LWzx_-VOr9pQQ3B_wGBn-Y404P1oE8vh0KoDa64yRjANeU6B_N6yZTFFb_cVJTMnP32RkrIXQsikpZzC2NbvAaGrBK7l_MvgCBNeeyBTy7rdsMG9Nnik9O6W9uVVwiqNc/s1215/shoelaces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="1215" height="121" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJOq50OvAs6wN6EOodF68mqxEwLUU8q9Ujl-lkl3D9zft7FKgOxvH4jZS6_LWzx_-VOr9pQQ3B_wGBn-Y404P1oE8vh0KoDa64yRjANeU6B_N6yZTFFb_cVJTMnP32RkrIXQsikpZzC2NbvAaGrBK7l_MvgCBNeeyBTy7rdsMG9Nnik9O6W9uVVwiqNc/s320/shoelaces.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Marc Summers spoke to him and congratulated him on being
such a good sport and nice person for assisting this young lady. “Now you were
very nice and helped her out a lot didn’t you?” “Yes,” he replied. “And she was
very demanding and got a bit annoying didn’t she?” “A little bit, yeah,” he
replied. “What do you say, we send her to the pie wash.” He wholeheartedly
agreed. The young lady’s mouth fell open as the audience cheered their
approval. She started to complain and whine. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Marc pretended not to hear her and led her to the pie wash.
She wore jean shorts and an orange tank top type of shirt. She looked very
attractive, which is probably why the guy agreed to assist her. She reluctantly
took her spot in the pie wash. She folded her arms and rolled her eyes. She was
not happy. She was told to remove her hat and the fake arm brace that she wore
for the skit. She had no choice but to comply. She looked very embarrassed.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Marc stood back with the person who assisted her and readied
themselves to watch what was about to happen. The pie wash started to turn. As
it turned, the jets started to turn on, spraying creamy pie filling all over
her. It poured in thick lines of mess first over and across her legs and then
over her shorts. Then more poured down her calves and over her back and
shoulders. More poured onto her head and across her face. As the chair turned,
her body was covered in layer after layer of cream. Her orange shirt was
creamed in almost sherbet coloured cream. The area where it was tied at the
waist was covered in a cluster of cream.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She screamed and kicked her legs like a brat. She pouted.
She now had layers of sloppy cream all over her body. Everyone cheered and
clapped. She was no longer worried about her shoelaces. She wiggled her messy
body around. Her body was covered in the mess. Marc then walked over to her and
joked,” Miss, I think your shoe lace is untied.” She shrieked in reply.<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-83494885335211738002024-02-04T05:40:00.002+00:002024-02-04T05:40:16.023+00:00Eliza Coupe how hot is that<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Eliza Coupe how hot is that<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Eliza Coupe is super sexy and has a great sense of humour.
She appeared on a late night talk show wearing a very short dress. She was basically
half naked and there was nothing underneath either. She was super tanned and
looked incredible. She talked strangely candidly about sexual things on the
show. It was as if she was being turned on by the whole process. The idea of
discussing this stuff in front of all of these people on national television
seemed to turn her on a bit.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvv7mYXsuSYgk6sIsw0sbFpns2eUlyLC2mWJ1yOGnyfq7ZziRICOS5OJ1oBhr67RsdmAhAou99eFZtGk6kkaqAZcJvFcNwjWTbJlsykza5kknEeSUkoNocbTAGL4n5cHyxEZmVEl7o93S5-yh6K7E8csMmqn9suqBrEb1UBGoiP_SjYAGiHXdzCFVMy8Q/s399/coupe3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="392" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvv7mYXsuSYgk6sIsw0sbFpns2eUlyLC2mWJ1yOGnyfq7ZziRICOS5OJ1oBhr67RsdmAhAou99eFZtGk6kkaqAZcJvFcNwjWTbJlsykza5kknEeSUkoNocbTAGL4n5cHyxEZmVEl7o93S5-yh6K7E8csMmqn9suqBrEb1UBGoiP_SjYAGiHXdzCFVMy8Q/s320/coupe3.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She then began to talk about some of her sexual fantasies.
She talked about how she had some really weird ones. She then stated that she
even had one about being on a talk show. “Oh really,” the host joked. “Oh yes.
It’s very kinky. I am just sitting there talking and all of a sudden, I just
get gunged. Out of nowhere, it just dumps all over me.” “You imagine that
happening and liking it,” he responded. “Oh yeah. Something about it. Just
thinking about it. The embarrassment. The gunge all over my body in front of
everyone as well and on national television. Oh my God, you can see what I am
getting at. How hot is that ?” “Hot, yes, that does sound pretty hot, indeed,”
he joked. “I mean come on,” she said. He looked around and looked up. “Are you
going to do something now?,” she asked. “Hmmm I don’t know,” he joked. “Oh come
on. Do you want to see me beg?,” she asked,” Pretty please, just gunge me. It
will be great, I promise.” He smiled and looked up.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6htIOsexQEjLcKdm2ltZfUwr_xnleo6q2IIhDZFkQuOXfZCG126F4HMXC3qwER9yGtsN5SJGvNAYVRD4N97uQxQEbGrQ0-PKn1xjCaMdLvfhOd3sBWiUGWWLYIZFhyphenhyphenfUxxJS3neO731naeuJpM9u9wl4BEou-IhYxNuZABJ6QNYhHaPHEqidsv2snN1A/s416/coupe2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="237" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6htIOsexQEjLcKdm2ltZfUwr_xnleo6q2IIhDZFkQuOXfZCG126F4HMXC3qwER9yGtsN5SJGvNAYVRD4N97uQxQEbGrQ0-PKn1xjCaMdLvfhOd3sBWiUGWWLYIZFhyphenhyphenfUxxJS3neO731naeuJpM9u9wl4BEou-IhYxNuZABJ6QNYhHaPHEqidsv2snN1A/s320/coupe2.jpg" width="182" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Eliza then looked up as well. Of course, as she looked up, a
barrage of lumpy green gunge poured down over her. She threw her head forward
as the gunge had hit her squarely in the face. It then began to soak her short
hair. It poured upon her shoulders and over her body. It moved all around,
pouring all over her body. It drenched her dress and poured all over her bare
legs. She smiled and laughed. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She
could feel the gunge all over her legs and the rest of her body. The sensation
of the touch and feel of the gunge was incredibly sexual for her. It was like
being engulfed in pleasure. She began to moan and squirm. She moved her body
around allowing gunge to fall over all areas of it. Her dress rode up even
more.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-fVM3N_iPOwWJc8_vSAGVT_4ULjoJEzVXUjYiPWnAPWjDUnnMFORawZsGEVaGqYuk1AOB1pWqQ8zSbZfp302eNhs-8m-vL3o-AaGKz3DShp1yZYAkKy60pYptuCgSLkjoEUqpI-9igHAii_Vx18DIheLLHUU3pc2jciASsyKPPVNIJfWf-ebxu1kMJs/s703/coupe1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="424" data-original-width="703" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-fVM3N_iPOwWJc8_vSAGVT_4ULjoJEzVXUjYiPWnAPWjDUnnMFORawZsGEVaGqYuk1AOB1pWqQ8zSbZfp302eNhs-8m-vL3o-AaGKz3DShp1yZYAkKy60pYptuCgSLkjoEUqpI-9igHAii_Vx18DIheLLHUU3pc2jciASsyKPPVNIJfWf-ebxu1kMJs/s320/coupe1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She could even feel the gunge between her legs. It was cool
by nature, but had a soft warmth that came from her body heat. She was very
turned on. She was almost at the level of orgasm. She was in complete ecstasy
at this moment. She had never experienced anything quite this erotic in her
entire life. It was so hot that she had to try to pull herself back from
exploding all over. She ran her hands up and down, all over her messy body. She
ran her fingers through her hair and through the gunge. Gunge dripped from her
face.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhAw7WBx7GzONTbR188mOB7xxxZFtFN9PsxdfpbjpmOxrQFJ2fMqV390y2dH1jyN_pdarnHK-DEUOzZBrfpWaonJZvu_g0CDhmivPST3CGhIAquMdUGmyiKxURitJKrQ7HgOmQk_VW11__uegVPZbRGRa7jmjC8cW6S3Z3M2ezg4MTyVjLBYD5cixbNE/s359/coupe4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="290" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkhAw7WBx7GzONTbR188mOB7xxxZFtFN9PsxdfpbjpmOxrQFJ2fMqV390y2dH1jyN_pdarnHK-DEUOzZBrfpWaonJZvu_g0CDhmivPST3CGhIAquMdUGmyiKxURitJKrQ7HgOmQk_VW11__uegVPZbRGRa7jmjC8cW6S3Z3M2ezg4MTyVjLBYD5cixbNE/s320/coupe4.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You looked like you enjoyed that,” the host said,” Ooooh oh
yeah!,” she replied. “It is so hot. Every woman should try this. It is the
best.”<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-73530868863331372492024-02-04T05:17:00.002+00:002024-02-04T05:17:25.495+00:00Discovery card commercial fake messes<p>Discovery card commercial fake messes</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKtoivVms4hrDlsjUhbQdOs4eug79RcUGNA_ydCUaMFiGWHoK1R_Al1uePFJ36iD78W8s9S1r8NJBcPNwZYop9-dIAIOoOziBD0jBAz2GN_QfNCpYTb-VnotsD-L26QN9ZajFljJ7bFN0cOEXWXTQAe5NCXurueC9hYeQG0oEXQ5AwFy8p08VPszIEA0/s494/discovercard1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="429" data-original-width="494" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKtoivVms4hrDlsjUhbQdOs4eug79RcUGNA_ydCUaMFiGWHoK1R_Al1uePFJ36iD78W8s9S1r8NJBcPNwZYop9-dIAIOoOziBD0jBAz2GN_QfNCpYTb-VnotsD-L26QN9ZajFljJ7bFN0cOEXWXTQAe5NCXurueC9hYeQG0oEXQ5AwFy8p08VPszIEA0/s320/discovercard1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVwjvuYmrZK2WZdWinQRo9PuSstC_behUYcUMif9Kt4iWKbLhsqaf6K4XGFR3kik4TwkCsfoRzqFomAowKPpW88s7RPjmihioKoIEibNhA2uGbXvSJNEoAq3Kkhvb7JCk-E6FRX8iDChcTsBQNmmkMCeVMe-83yAjB2WdED9Q4v3apgHUD57i1xJ08lo/s425/discovercard2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="418" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVwjvuYmrZK2WZdWinQRo9PuSstC_behUYcUMif9Kt4iWKbLhsqaf6K4XGFR3kik4TwkCsfoRzqFomAowKPpW88s7RPjmihioKoIEibNhA2uGbXvSJNEoAq3Kkhvb7JCk-E6FRX8iDChcTsBQNmmkMCeVMe-83yAjB2WdED9Q4v3apgHUD57i1xJ08lo/s320/discovercard2.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-55388826877438131332024-01-28T00:46:00.003+00:002024-01-28T00:46:54.654+00:00Tina Fey some friend<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Tina Fey some friend<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Amy Poheler and Tina Fey were close friends who often worked
together. They even toured together. They were both willing to have a laugh at
their own expense. They were both happy to make a bet on something with a mess
on the line for the loser. One of them would end up covered in mess. They each
thought that the idea of messing the other was a hilarious idea. Each was
counting on winning the bet. The bet itself became secondary to the
consequences. These were built up over time, until everyone was talking about
it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3Pmb8G4dySrIiEe-ltcElWk89GFxR9tSbH0elcehe_lAzp5SimL5MPJWEyTEcaQuCT2Cev4UYqPTL0FRUZ_eXulhIUVw1pMnXwmXZxCLkagMj14o8jx5H9uiRxVWOH54OUD_lZoHtegipWMIu7FoKeFzafbf3o77LYZmzF5u0dTLifxFCUVaqk-VYDo/s1761/tf2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1761" data-original-width="1256" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3Pmb8G4dySrIiEe-ltcElWk89GFxR9tSbH0elcehe_lAzp5SimL5MPJWEyTEcaQuCT2Cev4UYqPTL0FRUZ_eXulhIUVw1pMnXwmXZxCLkagMj14o8jx5H9uiRxVWOH54OUD_lZoHtegipWMIu7FoKeFzafbf3o77LYZmzF5u0dTLifxFCUVaqk-VYDo/s320/tf2.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They each made jokes about what might happen and how they
did not want to be the one who lost. In the end, it was Tina who came up short,
losing the bet. Amy was absolutely thrilled, as one would imagine. Not only did
she escape the messing, but was going to get to mess up what was, essentially,
her best friend. Tina could not remove the sarcastic look from her face. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tina was sat down. She kept her glasses on. As she sat down,
Amy already had grabbed a creamy pie and shoved it straight into Tina’s face.
Tina had no time to react as the pie was shoved right in her face. It was
pushed into her face with some force. She almost thought that her glasses had
broken, the pie slammed into her face with such a force. She shook her head and
stuck her tongue out. Her face and glasses were covered in pie. Pie had also
flown backwards when the pie hit her in the face. Her brown hair was laced with
creamy pie as well.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjc_gB0h8Zb686TFPAcjecWyulJ8pLIbT-lBkxiNjEwNrBnoE9eoEb2PtkIbZNOmAWmCd2upfmEwTBVmURsIWrt16WgrNl_rMLxYV_nEtjBLcTjZeYulhQz1g6x45tdTuflZ5NHjm6YQENNFTv184I2PNHLCu6IYqxHZT7Emy4B-eq3IYmL4t7sGMUyo/s624/tf3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="624" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjc_gB0h8Zb686TFPAcjecWyulJ8pLIbT-lBkxiNjEwNrBnoE9eoEb2PtkIbZNOmAWmCd2upfmEwTBVmURsIWrt16WgrNl_rMLxYV_nEtjBLcTjZeYulhQz1g6x45tdTuflZ5NHjm6YQENNFTv184I2PNHLCu6IYqxHZT7Emy4B-eq3IYmL4t7sGMUyo/s320/tf3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Amy laughed uncontrollably. Tina flicked some of the pie her
way. She tried to clean some of the pie from her glasses as Amy readied a
bucket of gravy over her friend’s head. She closed her eyes as Amy began to
pour gravy over her head. She looked up as the gravy poured onto her pied face.
It rolled down her neck and onto her body. Amy then pushed the bucket down on
the top of Tina’s head. She left it there for a moment leaving Tina looking
very silly indeed.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeO7wPENt3ZD0if8DxeBzvCp0KTI2PDN4n3IJwDz9xz6k18Zd9S2NTT0BwnY2ELe8ClgiMnaW16rr7FoZrywCE3VBEMjGRexP_3PxWF0vd00GSUwaZimhbf23tBfuEFmQwKM34Vv5nYKt4Wm2Xq6dfK1ut5Vxv57u8RUFVZ6qFmn3nWmBxsMclxteL7E/s771/tf4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="771" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKeO7wPENt3ZD0if8DxeBzvCp0KTI2PDN4n3IJwDz9xz6k18Zd9S2NTT0BwnY2ELe8ClgiMnaW16rr7FoZrywCE3VBEMjGRexP_3PxWF0vd00GSUwaZimhbf23tBfuEFmQwKM34Vv5nYKt4Wm2Xq6dfK1ut5Vxv57u8RUFVZ6qFmn3nWmBxsMclxteL7E/s320/tf4.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tina was a respected person in the business and now was
covered in pie and gravy. Amy then said in a funny voice,” Now we have the lasagne!”
Everyone could see Tina gulp when she heard this. Amy took a tray of leftover lasagne
and trashed her friend with it. If anyone had ever wanted to see Tina Fey
dripping in cheese, sauce, meat and pasta, this was that opportunity. The
lasagne rolled out in sheets all over Tina. Amy rubbed some of the larger
sheets around in her face, covering her in sauce and ricotta cheese. Tina could
only faintly sputter beneath the mountain of lasagne. A huge but of it stuck onto
glasses and dangled awkwardly from one side of them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNIi6fRIN9NIKF8huWh_Jh5I1mDVDv2sUbwtevALbwEZZqWmCvD1EWKC-PC3EHpWwSUQKSt9pIRb5gQDzfp6i8GYYbE9l3NvKlht56zxECJrvVWYtcZ6hSVSIDbiqIdyEZ_3KdLnyIctTPRxyeShaX5AgjCN5IA6EpyEEQNWUPlU3srzIMdS1j3ztDtc/s1486/tf1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="1486" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNIi6fRIN9NIKF8huWh_Jh5I1mDVDv2sUbwtevALbwEZZqWmCvD1EWKC-PC3EHpWwSUQKSt9pIRb5gQDzfp6i8GYYbE9l3NvKlht56zxECJrvVWYtcZ6hSVSIDbiqIdyEZ_3KdLnyIctTPRxyeShaX5AgjCN5IA6EpyEEQNWUPlU3srzIMdS1j3ztDtc/s320/tf1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Amy laughed and danced. She was enjoying every minute of
this. She then finished her off with a bucket filled with coleslaw. Amy waved
her hand in front of her nose, because of the rotten stench of the coleslaw.
She then thrust the bucket over Tina’s head. Tina looked startled as she was
blasted with slaw. It was poured all over her hair, face and glasses. There
were mounds of it that collected on top of her head and on her glasses. Amy
pointed at her friend and laughed.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tina made a funny look, took a deep breath and gave a thumbs
up as her friend continued to point and laugh at her.<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-88066769686302425872024-01-28T00:09:00.002+00:002024-01-28T00:09:31.456+00:00Mina Kimes fake mess 12<p> Mina Kimes fake mess 12</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QqAdcTrZABOUvqtzebwXWPQ7eFZy31lcogMogScO7h2WpTijAGRB2TLJMv75GOiJmuaOL7wy0r-ycSKEbgF5PxTZ7MBXO5dwwA8R1pwWgC7yhJDUVtGvsJcR2SGhIwahm9RoruczRgHFMeQocNyve00Fyp29R2ngYG7PnwkqHJrSFI3spZZvuz2yXCs/s324/minakimes12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="324" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8QqAdcTrZABOUvqtzebwXWPQ7eFZy31lcogMogScO7h2WpTijAGRB2TLJMv75GOiJmuaOL7wy0r-ycSKEbgF5PxTZ7MBXO5dwwA8R1pwWgC7yhJDUVtGvsJcR2SGhIwahm9RoruczRgHFMeQocNyve00Fyp29R2ngYG7PnwkqHJrSFI3spZZvuz2yXCs/s320/minakimes12.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-66787287652365464122024-01-21T03:25:00.003+00:002024-01-21T03:25:37.205+00:00Lindsay Davenport loses<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Lindsay Davenport loses<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lindsay Davenport was a top tennis player in her time. She
was one of the top players in the world, at one point. She was now getting
older and was no longer a top player. She was going to play in a charity tennis
match. The match was against a very young player. Her opponent teased her quite
a lot before the match about her age. She was then goaded into a bet on the
match. The winner would get to mess the loser.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09UgXuS8hZ7vwNn8CS8hLc6NwTAKiG1QRmNWEulLYVYIZ46LlxwIw3EKmvKkM57gbWnvaLQ1qTWY_QbzT457EnjStSPf3U35kmC79Vt0SMHNjAmQZyGxgv0_VPy4e6gBL8hp5BIEOjiiX7bcnF-wSXTv665AICv9U1u2hF5KUYKV6-Xgw5HpXP3AHeW8/s1996/dav2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1996" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09UgXuS8hZ7vwNn8CS8hLc6NwTAKiG1QRmNWEulLYVYIZ46LlxwIw3EKmvKkM57gbWnvaLQ1qTWY_QbzT457EnjStSPf3U35kmC79Vt0SMHNjAmQZyGxgv0_VPy4e6gBL8hp5BIEOjiiX7bcnF-wSXTv665AICv9U1u2hF5KUYKV6-Xgw5HpXP3AHeW8/s320/dav2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lindsay actually started out hot and took a lead early. Her
opponent then came roaring back, eventually taking the lead. In the end it was
rather close. Lyndsay, however ended up being beaten to the finish of the
match. She wiped the sweat from her brow and sputtered her lips. She walked
forward and shook her opponent’s hand. She was wearing an all light blue
outfit.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEo2lr2vwV5Z50v-1g3yA2DQzXqAhS8gmVjCztpVWNkYwlIabsIGtwI5LuQV59x_0ZI36ZZNbkM513jL5NNeoQizWgv2-kUx3qruVYs_e-4Uq10GKJjzaT-MGOp3LiJ7jl_4jmeOcGiWIQ59nWN5NV8hg2HNc_7YnbOPkSZ6Ohvggb3ujMh2sIet3jtag/s410/dav4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEo2lr2vwV5Z50v-1g3yA2DQzXqAhS8gmVjCztpVWNkYwlIabsIGtwI5LuQV59x_0ZI36ZZNbkM513jL5NNeoQizWgv2-kUx3qruVYs_e-4Uq10GKJjzaT-MGOp3LiJ7jl_4jmeOcGiWIQ59nWN5NV8hg2HNc_7YnbOPkSZ6Ohvggb3ujMh2sIet3jtag/s320/dav4.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She was called back to centre court. She slowly made the
walk of shame and took her seat at midcourt. She blushed. She looked very
embarrassed. Her opponent then walked out. She had a huge smile on her face. She
was very excited. The crowd was very excited as well. It was time for Miss
Davenport to face the music of her loss.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She did not have the luxury of a hat. She would not be able
to block the mess. It all started with a container of honey. Her opponent
chuckled as she began to squeeze the container. The gooey honey oozed out all
over Lindsay’s hair, arms, back and legs. Piles of mess oozed all over her
head.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-v8qFhT7lAlk-vszigrHLw1HNQ_fp3mLddWL6j5EGSUhOvU_3e36wPUHuVXDDYug_acc9QDARRgGMvMnL-PWnLMCwT8atDDRh1G7m-_vighYzI7Ks-hK4_RMosZQEdXCHP1sXniTRQy0vI89sjwRtMZuo60tOBI2ZhZU7QNWl_hMPDjLs87Cl8kuEMR8/s594/dav3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="398" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-v8qFhT7lAlk-vszigrHLw1HNQ_fp3mLddWL6j5EGSUhOvU_3e36wPUHuVXDDYug_acc9QDARRgGMvMnL-PWnLMCwT8atDDRh1G7m-_vighYzI7Ks-hK4_RMosZQEdXCHP1sXniTRQy0vI89sjwRtMZuo60tOBI2ZhZU7QNWl_hMPDjLs87Cl8kuEMR8/s320/dav3.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Her opponent then dumped a pillow case full of feathers all
over her. They fell all over her. They stuck all over her hair and her body.
She shook her head and laughed in embarrassment. She looked very silly. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It was then time for tortellini. Her opponent took a large
bucket of the pasta and started pouring it all over Lindsay. Large chunks of
the pasta in sauce fell all over her. It oozed over her shoulders and down her
chest and shoulders. It stuck to her hair and to her legs. Lindsay was shown
rolling her eyes, her head covered in tortellini. They were gross, multi-coloured
tortellini. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Next was ranch salad dressing. This dressing looked like it
was expired and probably rotten. It was in a huge oversized bottle. Her opponent
began shaking it out on her head. It covered the top of her head. She shook her
head and stuck her tongue out. She looked very funny.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyv1cdiVdKKb0xyzTlLL2IuewIkEDN_2noEKvS-9CSPAB_mFkrA0pRRbQ-p7FvHXJnVNNpX7MSca6RkGbpvkzfdVRj95v9LkwtP19JrY-yEhMzr6LOgB9JQwW-6KX66BhESUkPgU2uRuBXqezoaHIWqxrCMWp9kgnFUtszNk1a_GhIc9yKLKcyNLB9kKA/s1339/dav1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1339" data-original-width="855" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyv1cdiVdKKb0xyzTlLL2IuewIkEDN_2noEKvS-9CSPAB_mFkrA0pRRbQ-p7FvHXJnVNNpX7MSca6RkGbpvkzfdVRj95v9LkwtP19JrY-yEhMzr6LOgB9JQwW-6KX66BhESUkPgU2uRuBXqezoaHIWqxrCMWp9kgnFUtszNk1a_GhIc9yKLKcyNLB9kKA/s320/dav1.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Her opponent then took a huge tray of Caesar salad. In a
swoop, she dumped the entire try out all over Lindsay. The salad was covered in
cheese, carrots, dressing and croutons. It stuck all over Lindsay’s body and to
the dressing. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lindsay shook her arms and made a grimace. This was the most
embarrassing moment of her life, no doubt.<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-77407776318346597192024-01-21T00:47:00.003+00:002024-01-21T00:47:25.317+00:00Emily Kaplan fake mess 5<p> Emily Kaplan fake mess 5</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOD658B-RZjNpi5yCkkNt3O-hwHxHzxHPh-CNvBtlNkymdx5_vkfOd2WYJcod15-pmj2nTo_TdiszhOh5nXZuMtvnl7VOIoBhmLySpW6YH8Nu65IUk2_CxWxZkOpNA9cPZU1DSDQa0gxjZ4WnPambWO-B2SWgLDXNyoe8nzdXT7kwsdJouPLlql5YhmeY/s401/emilykaplan5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="401" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOD658B-RZjNpi5yCkkNt3O-hwHxHzxHPh-CNvBtlNkymdx5_vkfOd2WYJcod15-pmj2nTo_TdiszhOh5nXZuMtvnl7VOIoBhmLySpW6YH8Nu65IUk2_CxWxZkOpNA9cPZU1DSDQa0gxjZ4WnPambWO-B2SWgLDXNyoe8nzdXT7kwsdJouPLlql5YhmeY/s320/emilykaplan5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-54976210157257066352024-01-14T02:25:00.003+00:002024-01-14T02:25:54.074+00:00Crest White strips commercial woman<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Crest White strips commercial woman<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The Crest whitestrips commercial was all about clean and
white looking teeth. It featured a woman whose face took up most of the screen
talking about her teeth not looking white, but saying that whitestrips made
them much whiter. In a second commercial, she talked about messes and stains.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2pqn3NCwWf8ooqauMJtJjnpCiOXTYAb1huVnIZfhfNn8A-Sp9gfcOzA9Rvhynx3InJkCy2Fwvdc0sQdtYDIggTKZvNCHW2qCF0TyNSWd0TM7nuT7O0Myr-Ii7GE-Glkkat0dOUq4AReVxtOetJVH__ZBD58Y69OrJODnUEGI3dsSnHXbCana1A2IX38/s469/crest1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="469" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU2pqn3NCwWf8ooqauMJtJjnpCiOXTYAb1huVnIZfhfNn8A-Sp9gfcOzA9Rvhynx3InJkCy2Fwvdc0sQdtYDIggTKZvNCHW2qCF0TyNSWd0TM7nuT7O0Myr-Ii7GE-Glkkat0dOUq4AReVxtOetJVH__ZBD58Y69OrJODnUEGI3dsSnHXbCana1A2IX38/s320/crest1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Lots of things can stain your teeth. Food like cherry pie.”
Right after, she said that, a cherry pie flew through the air and smashed right
in her face. The tin slowly oozed down her face. Her face and hair were covered
in cherry pie filling and crust. “Look, I may be messy, but my teeth are still
so white!,” she exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“And what about things like chocolate cream pie.” She licked
her lips as a chocolate cream pie was flung at her, straight into her face. It
landed with a plopping noise. This time the pie tin stuck to the top of her
head. Her face and short dark hair were covered in chocolate pie filling and
whipped cream. She smiled and flashed her teeth again. “Look, even though I
have been clobbered with a chocolate cream pie, my teeth are still so white.
They stay white no matter what.”</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtE4F0lkmEs_iGvmsxS6g03cF3Kzijxs_W6hGKS43vIFlJrOo_JVqWjOFJ4LW6XWGQFolcSW3kXO6ID6V5culDX1iRi6kxhWjlUkWdGF8ekEuK54UXORA6s4s6Ep3qAfkdsFlCSu6TNzOT9YYRGfn5lQY24g_tqNNfqfGty8vhRb68KGT4AFQWXA2fyjM/s416/crest3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="416" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtE4F0lkmEs_iGvmsxS6g03cF3Kzijxs_W6hGKS43vIFlJrOo_JVqWjOFJ4LW6XWGQFolcSW3kXO6ID6V5culDX1iRi6kxhWjlUkWdGF8ekEuK54UXORA6s4s6Ep3qAfkdsFlCSu6TNzOT9YYRGfn5lQY24g_tqNNfqfGty8vhRb68KGT4AFQWXA2fyjM/s320/crest3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Even if we tried spaghetti,” she uttered. With that,
gallons of spaghetti hoops fell all over her from above. She smiled and
chuckled sarcastically. She looked down and took a deep breath. She was soon
covered in spaghetti hoops. As she looked up she said, pointing at her huge
teeth and exaggerated smile,” My teeth are still bright white, though I may be
completely covered in spaghetti hoops.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwEeLbAuBBYdqFin44v9prEuR0l5kry4t2ZToU98-GdaoQqJPo1qUmhho0Y8Y8XFRcgiQke_YRs5kFsCpo1UA28ENZTPii7Gsl5GsTzCD8LpWJXSiUcArV5q_CSR3YwS13UtUpLnJqnF4mJsVCtFb9MZ2xZM5RKH_pVfuHTNmfDRiod3wqNE67VrOdsM/s475/crest2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="475" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwEeLbAuBBYdqFin44v9prEuR0l5kry4t2ZToU98-GdaoQqJPo1qUmhho0Y8Y8XFRcgiQke_YRs5kFsCpo1UA28ENZTPii7Gsl5GsTzCD8LpWJXSiUcArV5q_CSR3YwS13UtUpLnJqnF4mJsVCtFb9MZ2xZM5RKH_pVfuHTNmfDRiod3wqNE67VrOdsM/s320/crest2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“The sae hold true for baked beans, of course,” she
explained. At that moment, she was showered with baked beans. They splattered in
all directions. Her white coat was irrevocably stained with spaghetti and bean
juice. Baked beans poured down over her. She had short hair, so there was
little to shield her face from the onslaught of sloppy baked beans. There were
beans stuck all over her face. Beans dripped down her shirt and coat. “As
embarrassing as this is, I can still be confident in knowing that my teeth are
still bright white and Crest whitestrips can clean up any stains that may be on
my teeth.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Now the rest of me, that is another story. This lab coat
will probably be stained forever. I will probably be cleaning beans from my
panties for hours, but my teeth are still sparkling.”<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-15039634689984272532024-01-14T02:17:00.002+00:002024-01-14T02:17:18.741+00:00Liv Morgan fake mess 2 and 3<p> Liv Morgan fakes 2 and 3</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiCOx6wI2hNYF-BdaExobrqDr6jJJzXd9oSNFsZGIuDWD1CkC6G1_oPhCss0rQyzjgvnd4lAFUWsaHtg9IxbpSe2UpXMwASWdB-xxu26pWKag2QqgbO6WaZuI-rwqfAAPlE5Dh9QxEgkTkwKeFxzL2e5zAs0HEjSRxFT236NcXbKoqOJOMpRjfZLXlgc/s300/livmorgan2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiCOx6wI2hNYF-BdaExobrqDr6jJJzXd9oSNFsZGIuDWD1CkC6G1_oPhCss0rQyzjgvnd4lAFUWsaHtg9IxbpSe2UpXMwASWdB-xxu26pWKag2QqgbO6WaZuI-rwqfAAPlE5Dh9QxEgkTkwKeFxzL2e5zAs0HEjSRxFT236NcXbKoqOJOMpRjfZLXlgc/s1600/livmorgan2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4Oox7bxzQRd8XuyLH0MT0mzSTx6mhQSFUmEZdQf77VqiD_ftDNZk2NT_W-i5kDYdGj7mBBWpcHjLF8QoSTdqrHScvc7rZzAV9N9myjLfpAQ6MeSsiiWrgePYZhesS3XpUdtL6NTK6E2SVU1BdMOlbv91Mc55ym1lJVd4EQ3VFnYRvGtmhGkEghy7wL0/s826/livmorgan3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="673" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4Oox7bxzQRd8XuyLH0MT0mzSTx6mhQSFUmEZdQf77VqiD_ftDNZk2NT_W-i5kDYdGj7mBBWpcHjLF8QoSTdqrHScvc7rZzAV9N9myjLfpAQ6MeSsiiWrgePYZhesS3XpUdtL6NTK6E2SVU1BdMOlbv91Mc55ym1lJVd4EQ3VFnYRvGtmhGkEghy7wL0/s320/livmorgan3.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-81828714341979795092024-01-06T17:43:00.002+00:002024-01-06T17:43:32.728+00:00Helena Bonham Carter how revolting<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Helena Bonham Carter how revolting<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Helena Bonham Carter was in a lot of movies that involved
gothic themes. She sometimes played the bad guy in her special way. These were
mostly Tim Burton films. They all had a very similar feel to them. In one of
the films, Helena played a villain. She was trying to hold the heroine hostage.
She was trying to get information from the heroine. The heroine was all tied
up.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmu4GPr2PYnJ4OxCcvTBf0bY7mqafhSqbknacMFj-vGTjXMhOgkFC9mDY22De-V66lLZc45SchFDcuDJs0igqHHimlRlT0f8MgQZdpAZEPqgmyxgcbnSNCmCyA6WnxWWO1ozH1nFh9jCHnVDwLZctzpnQVAFWTZuFmaXkxioSZHgSfsixyQYIquUNPr14/s729/hbc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="487" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmu4GPr2PYnJ4OxCcvTBf0bY7mqafhSqbknacMFj-vGTjXMhOgkFC9mDY22De-V66lLZc45SchFDcuDJs0igqHHimlRlT0f8MgQZdpAZEPqgmyxgcbnSNCmCyA6WnxWWO1ozH1nFh9jCHnVDwLZctzpnQVAFWTZuFmaXkxioSZHgSfsixyQYIquUNPr14/s320/hbc2.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">When Helena was away, the heroine managed to free herself.
She then set a trap for the villain for when they arrived back. The villain had
been feeding the heroine gruel and threatening to make her into a pie. All of
this hearkened back to films such as Sweeney Todd, Les Miserables etc. The
heroine could not get out of the property because the villain still had the key
to the room. The heroine set up the trap and was all ready to go.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Helena’s character walked in the room and was talking
loudly. She wore a period dress. The heroine was hiding. As she entered, the
villain could see that the heroine was no longer tied up. “Hey, where are you,
you little cow?,” she uttered.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6fNgD-M6EF0s-8H7PlsxBU1srg1ZwCHU7dpM6PoVMNZ6p5PNweusKmwsj6Tq1tvNKgbz19rya_tyIvnP6g4zG8R6UnF5UxRELUgYgcehJc08Irqp783fb0oN1kl8ZW-1MzldDEupaCgirfkJADC8FrJCc_dfGCU9eGZH6Dj0nojE_VGMTBsQadPoH44/s3000/hbc3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="2098" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6fNgD-M6EF0s-8H7PlsxBU1srg1ZwCHU7dpM6PoVMNZ6p5PNweusKmwsj6Tq1tvNKgbz19rya_tyIvnP6g4zG8R6UnF5UxRELUgYgcehJc08Irqp783fb0oN1kl8ZW-1MzldDEupaCgirfkJADC8FrJCc_dfGCU9eGZH6Dj0nojE_VGMTBsQadPoH44/s320/hbc3.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">At that moment, the heroine pulled a rope. The rope caused a
bucket of gruel that was set up above the door to tip over, dropping the gruel
all over the villain. The villain comically screamed and staggered backwards.
The heroine then launched disgusting meat and kidney pies that contained
dubious fillings straight at the villain. They flew at her and landed in her
face, on her shoulder and into her body. She was peppered with them. When they
collided with her they smashed, covering her in the disgusting pie fillings
that were inside. The contents oozed all over her. Helena was very good at
acting in this type of scenario and had perfect comic timing with her
exaggerated reactions and over the top staggering and sputtering.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2R5NptLgXyAfzwwj_ksYMq4Ii5j4eZDt_G8KAx82wmbqMZOCEsbfhTiXzZg-WL5n0G7hxdjbcF4d7baGQz0113WMI4zFX3UXIAUPgixbMqsZ_btuO03Qq0Bu4aNhxr3uqLo6atAqAWXrgJQbIa47LmsDQSmfhkFTYiy9L1BRFZ8GWx3Nk1TxuY4f0tY/s248/hbc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="203" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2R5NptLgXyAfzwwj_ksYMq4Ii5j4eZDt_G8KAx82wmbqMZOCEsbfhTiXzZg-WL5n0G7hxdjbcF4d7baGQz0113WMI4zFX3UXIAUPgixbMqsZ_btuO03Qq0Bu4aNhxr3uqLo6atAqAWXrgJQbIa47LmsDQSmfhkFTYiy9L1BRFZ8GWx3Nk1TxuY4f0tY/s1600/hbc1.jpg" width="203" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She staggered backwards and fell on her behind. The heroine
then tossed the contents of a slop bucket upon her. This was a bucket that was
used to collect trash and waste in the room. It was revolting looking. The
contents fell all over the villain. Bits stuck to her curled hair and frilly
outfit. She appeared to be furious.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3DsDjdSruNMCcJdmdVx1KaQmiClO21CZeNql-oertT_-wj45XLt_pqaFT59QUeEpRiy1WokM3AIufBs3owi00UaYTpBqEqMit1qroX1dUZiUDf41DBSGYA41Ie_FD2y9tdSx_JWYskbj2jLJ_tTA_gNk2v8KA1qDkR68ENtrrS-ttiJyIu_Zq2IABnE/s800/hbc4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3DsDjdSruNMCcJdmdVx1KaQmiClO21CZeNql-oertT_-wj45XLt_pqaFT59QUeEpRiy1WokM3AIufBs3owi00UaYTpBqEqMit1qroX1dUZiUDf41DBSGYA41Ie_FD2y9tdSx_JWYskbj2jLJ_tTA_gNk2v8KA1qDkR68ENtrrS-ttiJyIu_Zq2IABnE/s320/hbc4.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The heroine popped out and grabbed the key. She then pushed
some spam in the villain’s face as she ran out of the building to freedom.
Helena pouted and shouted. She was dishevelled, covered in disgusting mess. She
then looked down at herself dejectedly. “How revolting,” she uttered.<o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-52705223524304370462024-01-06T17:40:00.002+00:002024-01-06T17:40:18.654+00:00Coleen Rooney fake mess<p> Coleen Rooney fake mess</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytdoV6o2tyYJIGnyqLqEeGowM1OMt3Mmyd1cud4L9pq5TJIuvKUP7ruxgBFYF8uWHqPPlXytQHmnk6_y0JoGtzdOi_9QOv25MnAm-3vNeJIpNm7SZCH2ILuMbrbmuTp49rB6DDsbkPbV_5rWUdS9QADzmrsPOz4cY6u254b6F_7XxxvvwcGoCUdxGfRE/s379/coleenrooney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="261" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytdoV6o2tyYJIGnyqLqEeGowM1OMt3Mmyd1cud4L9pq5TJIuvKUP7ruxgBFYF8uWHqPPlXytQHmnk6_y0JoGtzdOi_9QOv25MnAm-3vNeJIpNm7SZCH2ILuMbrbmuTp49rB6DDsbkPbV_5rWUdS9QADzmrsPOz4cY6u254b6F_7XxxvvwcGoCUdxGfRE/s320/coleenrooney.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-29193384291540463402023-12-31T02:32:00.003+00:002023-12-31T02:32:48.182+00:00Suzanna Hamilton 1984 messes<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Suzanna Hamilton 1984 messes<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Suzanna Hamilton played a huge part in the film 1984. There
were many nude scenes in the film. There was one scene that wound up on the
cutting room floor. She was naked and had her hands tied behind her head. She
was being punished for the things that they did not want her to do. They did
not physically punish her, but were calling her names and trying to humiliate
her. She tried not to react. She looked a lot like Emilia Clark right down to
her hair.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixVErVwTDhBMHaaO8MPY97pg6I7GWYpDTBy2iNSp8tMxAM4X_jwNEJpmezqTY1nCGCmtQMvlQEP_kP_5UkaRw1Xlffx4pT4CpP4oTST61Wlzve2AO8rn1khxFSFfoBolBQ_xd99rbQqYfVnNnrpHVmfVAMj3ibJLnGMFL9ZAUZ3qOIpSYtb8FtSbcoaiE/s1920/ham1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixVErVwTDhBMHaaO8MPY97pg6I7GWYpDTBy2iNSp8tMxAM4X_jwNEJpmezqTY1nCGCmtQMvlQEP_kP_5UkaRw1Xlffx4pT4CpP4oTST61Wlzve2AO8rn1khxFSFfoBolBQ_xd99rbQqYfVnNnrpHVmfVAMj3ibJLnGMFL9ZAUZ3qOIpSYtb8FtSbcoaiE/s320/ham1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Instead of being violent, they were going to embarrass her
by covering her in mess. They started by smushing various pies all over her
face and naked body. They pushed a cherry pie into her behind and a banana
cream pie into her face simultaneously. They then smashed a chocolate cream pie
into her vagina and a coconut cream pie into her breasts. They then smushed a
lemon meringue pie onto the top of her head. They finally smushed two black
forest style cakes into her face and all over her body. She could do nothing
but moan. Her body tensed up as she felt the pies thrusting against her body.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAMMSMTj4AwLWvd4nZDPs2pCZo-GoMMc82JfO_Fi1HT5mPAo1iD13rQToIfE6wKxDjfLGW6JPYUKMAmQ7fbgkMzTzoYC8tnXGEvl08zXQnAublD9XM9QTSKUFUqFk-dkrcuT0xEpRjgJXSvIrFbgbgZFFrfO8BIaiHWrkOBN9FyAc1hpTEyC3eBlosEM/s352/ham3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="352" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXAMMSMTj4AwLWvd4nZDPs2pCZo-GoMMc82JfO_Fi1HT5mPAo1iD13rQToIfE6wKxDjfLGW6JPYUKMAmQ7fbgkMzTzoYC8tnXGEvl08zXQnAublD9XM9QTSKUFUqFk-dkrcuT0xEpRjgJXSvIrFbgbgZFFrfO8BIaiHWrkOBN9FyAc1hpTEyC3eBlosEM/s320/ham3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They then began to pour some of the disgusting food from the
movie all over her. The food looked like gruel, it was lumpy, grey and green.
It was dispersed over her. She then had bits of spam and old fish tossed at
her. It was smelly and revolting.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXFHodnoLZi_v2hqkAldLi6S2w9nqBkIC9lmsI9KlLC9XAK81afwRmz0VB7v4zkgjdP9YMhiKpql7nv-Jl7sdgFY-PrKNqks-SBqfO-3Dag68OhmdPU37gCbkHiJYuU1dgtt0aJTmo1vRo66l8XHP8fI_Fao8WryKlwKYR7YttLP4DycqrW8Ok5SwtM4/s291/ham4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="291" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXFHodnoLZi_v2hqkAldLi6S2w9nqBkIC9lmsI9KlLC9XAK81afwRmz0VB7v4zkgjdP9YMhiKpql7nv-Jl7sdgFY-PrKNqks-SBqfO-3Dag68OhmdPU37gCbkHiJYuU1dgtt0aJTmo1vRo66l8XHP8fI_Fao8WryKlwKYR7YttLP4DycqrW8Ok5SwtM4/s1600/ham4.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They then began to pour beans over her. She bit her lip and
said one word, “F***”. She did not want them to know that she was actually
getting some kind of perverse pleasure from the whole thing. The sloppy beans
poured on her, sticking all over her hair, face and nude body. She blushed
inside. She was completely nude and bound. She could only wiggle slightly. Bean
juice was now oozing all over her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_NZGOP1zoPMVy7mCT5WgMNFDSs9UYBGBRSHn6nl_G4VgdhC9s_iorTgopDRCW36czIW51-ky-56sZHU8VO1k6vUERstflw0kXc-Nx7azSUIM2PUpbHFnPklFUv2MChG6UrdZgpUdkwO37WmFu35oc8qMKNzMAffKfpK9SKP30ELtfEu4TKRWwRWdk04/s1920/ham2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="1920" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt_NZGOP1zoPMVy7mCT5WgMNFDSs9UYBGBRSHn6nl_G4VgdhC9s_iorTgopDRCW36czIW51-ky-56sZHU8VO1k6vUERstflw0kXc-Nx7azSUIM2PUpbHFnPklFUv2MChG6UrdZgpUdkwO37WmFu35oc8qMKNzMAffKfpK9SKP30ELtfEu4TKRWwRWdk04/s320/ham2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">She was then treated to a bucket of mushy peas. The soft,
sloppy, green gook was dumped upon her. She closed her eyes as mushy peas were
dispatched all over her naked body. She was actually quite damp between her
legs. Her fuzzy pubic hair was damp with sex juice. Luckily, no one was able to
notice this under all of the mess. They kept calling her names.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Their plan did not really work. She did not talk or denounce
anything. <o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-13583343136244034132023-12-31T02:02:00.002+00:002023-12-31T02:02:57.779+00:00Top of the Pops fake mess<p> Fake mess Top of the Pops</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aKkbM7jQRtnjTizRAyeFhLCpaRKhMRQLqKEsojPJh-3_d86997kA2ALBLXGVQczGt9KConET4ajfP6Dh51oxmqv1-5PcrnMEsQi2gW1oxBcCfgOIY5-ak6aDtNqOtLR8cMCkpobpCwbEO77hEQeh1hUQZSHkXJHgCPiOobjZDpj9Yr6Dhd6j1RUzxes/s1109/totpbeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1109" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aKkbM7jQRtnjTizRAyeFhLCpaRKhMRQLqKEsojPJh-3_d86997kA2ALBLXGVQczGt9KConET4ajfP6Dh51oxmqv1-5PcrnMEsQi2gW1oxBcCfgOIY5-ak6aDtNqOtLR8cMCkpobpCwbEO77hEQeh1hUQZSHkXJHgCPiOobjZDpj9Yr6Dhd6j1RUzxes/s320/totpbeans.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614750134580167645.post-3270908754579071952023-12-23T22:51:00.000+00:002023-12-23T22:51:01.356+00:00Chelsea Clinton parents’ revenge<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Chelsea Clinton parents’ revenge<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">There was a new show involving celebrity parents and their
grown up children. The theme was that the parents would be getting the chance
to get revenge on their children. That of course meant messy revenge. The first
guests were the Clintons. Chelsea Clinton was going to find herself in deep,
deep trouble. Part of the show was not telling the person what the show was
really about. What was to happen would be coming as a complete surprise. This
was going to prove to be a very embarrassing evening to say the least for her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1WWbmJKOOdpqIAYgHmHwshCEBzrBYtOQMSsmDvGBpCdpsJLCpPT_BLBDGJhzygcc8Yzqs2_-P6e5Q4NEMfXINLRo3EBeeFOIcCucOvyCkF5gdTiLpWehJb0KYtAq-6i5m88GB04f7X62ie7vUYsOU40BoAmgo8KiQzx0ovxtsRaGYsIGtrBCJdX3WDc/s1100/clint1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="1100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1WWbmJKOOdpqIAYgHmHwshCEBzrBYtOQMSsmDvGBpCdpsJLCpPT_BLBDGJhzygcc8Yzqs2_-P6e5Q4NEMfXINLRo3EBeeFOIcCucOvyCkF5gdTiLpWehJb0KYtAq-6i5m88GB04f7X62ie7vUYsOU40BoAmgo8KiQzx0ovxtsRaGYsIGtrBCJdX3WDc/s320/clint1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The host welcomed everyone to the show and then introduced
the Clintons. It was the parents, Bill and Hillary Clinton and their daughter
Chelsea. Chelsea was quite a shy and reserved person as well. She was a little
bit on the nerdy side. She was definitely awkward and quite geeky. The Clintons
shook the host’s hand. He welcomed them. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“So, our show is very special. It welcomes celebrity
families. There is something really special about the show though, that I am
about to explain,” the host said. “Clintons, you love your daughter, right? But
I am sure that she can be annoying at times, right?” They replied
affirmatively. “I thought so. And Chelsea, you love your parents don’t you?”
She replied that she did,” They do so much for you and you want to do something
to give something back to them don’t you?” “Um, sure, of course,” she replied. “I
thought that you might say that. So, it is only right that they get to slop you
isn’t it?” “Yeah, um, no, wait, what?” The parents smiled and laughed. “We
think so too, Chelsea come with me.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He walked with her over to a pillory that had been set up.
She was blushing and giggling. “Come on, let’s get you in there,” he teased.
She had no other choice but to lean over and get into the pillory. Her parents
were grinning from ear to ear. They were loving this. The stocks were closed
and Chelsea looked out, blushing. “Please, be nice,” she begged. Her parents
laughed, seeing their daughter in this position. It was a parent’s dream come
true. The stocks were slightly too small for Chelsea, her large head and hair
stuck out like a sore thumb and her chunky behind stuck up in the air. She was
bent over. She wore a skirt that when she bent over rode up revealing some of
her underwear. “This is awesome,” her mother said. “She definitely deserves
this,” her father said.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9f39-SBpHmW3wEbc3dX9HMEB2lsHj3d4vx8HxM5-6Hhks0D9g8jAECs902YBVwkNCbhSGIZRl88E90E4ySn9PLVFTur_rO7QRFjChie-MB0xhaRG-WxvHogzJSOvzeSbC68PTifQl66Eu3kA33_kvVmm_ZUaivt5zSr_pFLJH4Sxt1nEefHDARjrVnk/s405/clint3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM9f39-SBpHmW3wEbc3dX9HMEB2lsHj3d4vx8HxM5-6Hhks0D9g8jAECs902YBVwkNCbhSGIZRl88E90E4ySn9PLVFTur_rO7QRFjChie-MB0xhaRG-WxvHogzJSOvzeSbC68PTifQl66Eu3kA33_kvVmm_ZUaivt5zSr_pFLJH4Sxt1nEefHDARjrVnk/s320/clint3.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Firstly, I think that your lovely daughter deserves a good
spanking, don’t you? Who wouldn’t want to spank their grown up daughter on
national television?” Her parents went behind her and started to playfully
spank their daughter’s behind. The crowd started counting up to ten as they
spanked her ass over and over. It was not hard, it was just meant to add to the
embarrassment. When they were done, the crowd applauded.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It was now time for the mess. The parents were then given
buckets of slop which was in reality food waste that had been collected. Much
of it was spaghetti, baked beans, gravy etc.. Each of the parents took their
buckets and began to take aim. They then began to dump the slop over their
daughter. One took the front and the other the back end, before switching
positions. They took their time as they started to dump the slop all over her.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQcEriC4YvlomG1hfTHTT_JAlLslIlFZALUOWQcNY0elciY0_-TbncGGFz0Mh77pQOldH1oQCyMtHKfYj0r1f7-Tf-enCaXYk5J_vSM84xUPgS3WrKKI43UUxFtItOqvvHHYhcn-nd4jBGQ3a2-4ncNE5MFoYp1thno5feZZldf2tKzardi02jFAp2j4/s525/clint4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="428" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQcEriC4YvlomG1hfTHTT_JAlLslIlFZALUOWQcNY0elciY0_-TbncGGFz0Mh77pQOldH1oQCyMtHKfYj0r1f7-Tf-enCaXYk5J_vSM84xUPgS3WrKKI43UUxFtItOqvvHHYhcn-nd4jBGQ3a2-4ncNE5MFoYp1thno5feZZldf2tKzardi02jFAp2j4/s320/clint4.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><br /> <o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They tipped their buckets and sent the slop down over her
face and backside. It poured down her hair and face as well as down her legs.
The disgusting looking and smelling mess stuck all over her and slithered its
way down her body. Her face and hair were dripping in mess. They then took
handfuls and rubbed them around in her face and on her body. They then
celebrated when she was completely covered.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSYb2-1uFvSiqXm_Mhjlnzs7tKmNmIF1UmMi_7YOY2nIBLoqEn_CWyo7EYbQpKcRluijvUIbWeyogzzVr3QTAaizRaZGWOVI9MFCD2G6OsBBUG2wzR9kOG1St-7sliGtNwo3DPp4no_cEJ3XeTuRLTn0qipRwOAYpyAm9kmkWinBKYKhn_4lAPUAKWy8/s220/clint2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="220" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSYb2-1uFvSiqXm_Mhjlnzs7tKmNmIF1UmMi_7YOY2nIBLoqEn_CWyo7EYbQpKcRluijvUIbWeyogzzVr3QTAaizRaZGWOVI9MFCD2G6OsBBUG2wzR9kOG1St-7sliGtNwo3DPp4no_cEJ3XeTuRLTn0qipRwOAYpyAm9kmkWinBKYKhn_4lAPUAKWy8/s1600/clint2.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">They stood and cheered. “That was amazing,” they said. “So
parents revenge. This is what it looks like. Anything to say to your parents,
Chelsea?” “I love you,” she said, somewhat ironically. <o:p></o:p></p>JRGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09503803521656614270noreply@blogger.com0