Zooey Deschanel a flush is Happening

Zooey Deschanel a flush is Happening

Zooey Deschanel starred in a movie that most people considered awful called the Happening. Her performance in the film was not the best of her career. As a result of this film, she was selected to appear on Let Her Have It. The idea was that there would be revenge on her for subjecting the public to her performance in this disaster of a film. She agreed to appear on the show because she thought it would be funny. It was also her way of trying to make amends. 

When she appeared on the show, she wore a dress that she wore in the film. She was welcomed to the show by Mr. G.. He shook her hand and led her to the sofas. “So, Zooey, I suppose the main reason that you were asked here today is because of a little film that you appeared in called the Happening.” Half of the audience let out an audible groan at the mere mention of this fil. She made a funny face. 

“Oh yeah, that. Well, can we forget about that one, maybe?”, she said. “Well, how could we ever forget? It was a tour de force. A true epic. A cinematic classic of the highest order, for sure,” he said sarcastically. “Um, yeah, it was pretty bad, I know. I’ll have to admit,” Zooey said,” Sorry to the director,” she said. “Oh I wouldn’t say that. The writing. The virtuoso acting performances. I mean this is a film that will go down in history.” Zooey rolled her eyes and laughed. “Look, I am just an actress,” she joked,” All I can do is go in and read the lines that are given to me the best I can. We have very little say in the finished product, especially, when the director has a certain vision,” she explained. “It’s ok, I think everyone understands that. You were given a pretty unlikeable character as well,” he said. “That is true. Try as I may, it is just how she was written.”

“Zooey, you are right though, the film was pretty bad overall. It was laughably bad though, so that is something. The viewing public was subjected to this atrocity and someone should have to be punished for that. Unfortunately, that person is going to be you tonight.” “You know what, I’m good with that. Everyone can take their frustrations out on me. I will pay for the collective sins of the filmmakers. I hope all of you are happy,” she said, looking and pointing into the camera. “I think it will bring closure. All of the negativity and dislike of the film being released symbolically onto you tonight.” “I am so in for it,” she said with a laugh. 

“What we were thinking, Zooey was that because you made a crappy movie, there was one punishment that was more appropriate than any other for you,” Mr. G. said. Zooey shook her head and licked her lips knowingly, laughing to herself a bit. “Oh, I see,” she said slowly,” I am guessing that because my movie was shit, that I will be getting “shit” on, so to speak,” she replied. “ Well, if it is the giant flush that you are referring to then, yes, that is what we had in mind for you today,” he replied. She laughed. “Ok,” she said,” This is for all of the fans. We are even after this though,” she joked, pointing at the camera.

The Giant Flush was revealed. She clapped her hands and laughed as she got her first glimpse of it. “ Oh my god, it looks stinky,” she joked. “Care to join me,” Mr. G. asked, standing up. They walked arm in arm over the giant toilet. “ I guess I better take my seat on the throne,” she chuckled. “This is just so embarrassing,” she laughed. She lowered herself onto the small toilet. She crossed her legs when she sat down, revealing a good view of her sexy bare legs beneath her dress. “How many of you think that Zooey deserves this?,” Mr. G. asked. Zooey dashed her hands back and forth saying,” Come on, no.” The audience loudly cheered that she did in fact deserve the fait that was about to come her way.  She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head dramatically, miming that she was surprised by this.

“So, Zooey, you appeared in the Happening. It was a pretty crappy film. All who saw it will agree. Now it is time to receive a pretty crappy gunging,” Mr. G. said, standing by the giant flusher. “ Ok,” she said,” But I don’t want to ever have to hear about that damn movie ever again after this,” she said, pointing her finger. She shook her head and chuckled. “Ok, Zooey it is time to get flushed.” She closed her eyes and grimaced, shaking her head as the audience counted down. “Three….two…one, flush her.” 

Mr. G. pushed down on the flusher.  The noises of the giant flush then began. It began with the noises of someone going to the toilet followed by a flushing noise. Zooey could hear this above her. She looked up briefly and realized that, at this moment, the brown gunge was just making its way through the seat of the larger toilet above her head. She quickly looked forward just in time for the brown mess to begin to pour straight down onto her face. She made a funny face as streams of brown gunge poured down the front of her face. She then shut her eyes and mouth tightly as her entire face was soon completely covered with the flow of thick brown gunge.

It poured down the front of her dress and all over her hair. It poured wildly, splashing all over her bare legs. Brown gunge soon covered her pale bare calves, dripping all the way down to her ankles. The toilet below her also was being covered in the brown muck. More poured down her neck, followed by her chest and back. Her brown hair was covered in similar coloured gunge. Her face was hit dead centre with an ongoing stream of sloppy gunge. The sounds of the Giant flush continued as the gunge plopped all over her body. 

It seemed to go on for ages, but it finally slowed to a trickle. Zooey gave an incredulous expression as she slapped some gunge from her hands and dress. She then cleared some from her eyes and face. Her face a brown mask of gunge. Even her teeth were streaked with brown gunge. The audience whistled and cheered in laughter. The camera panned up her body showing gunge dripping everywhere. 

Mr. G. approached the sloppy actress with caution. “So, Zooey, what was that like?,” he asked. “That was,” she paused,” Definitely, a thing,” she joked. “You must feel so much better. The weight is now off your shoulders. Making amends. Now you know what it was like for all of those paying customers to watch that movie.” “To be honest, I probably got off easy,” she joked,” I think I’d rather be covered in this crap than to watch that crap on the screen,” she joked. She ran her hands over her gungey legs and then shook Mr. G.’s hand. She made a funny face into the camera and waived as the show ended.

Natasha Raskin Bargain Hunt

Natasha Raskin Bargain Hunt

Natasha Raskin was one of the antiques experts from Bargain Hunt. She was chosen to appear on a special episode of the show. This episode was special because there was an added forfeit attached to it for the expert that was representing each team. Natasha’s team was pitted against one of the male antiques experts that regularly appeared on shows if this type. The losing team’s expert would face a messy punishment. Natasha really did not want to lose this time. Unfortunately for her, there was no way of telling what the items that each team had chosen to purchase would fetch at auction. Many of her fellow antiques experts were hoping that she would be on the losing side, however, especially, the male ones. 

Natasha and her team feverishly looked around the boot sale to find really good items to sell. Like many of the episodes of the show, however, they could only find really mediocre items that were slightly overpriced. Her opponent was finding the same. When Natasha’s opponent’s items went up for sale, they netted a ten pound loss. Although she didn’t know it, all Natasha’s items had to do was not lose money. This was not to be the case, however, her team’s items lost forty pounds. Of course, neither team knew this at this point. 

They were gathered, as usual, at the end of the show to hear the results. Tim, the host began to give them. “Well Natasha’s team did not fair too well. They lost forty pounds. You never know that may be a winning score. That wasn’t too bad actually. The blue team, on the other hand lost money as well, but they only lost ten pounds, making them the winners.” Natasha’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She laughed, realizing that she had just lost. “Oh dear, Natasha, how embarrassing,” Tim said. “It is embarrassing. I can only imagine what my fate will be,” she said. She chuckled anyway.

Almost instantly, a chair was brought out and Natasha was made to sit in it. She was roaring with nervous laughter at this point. Tim then spoke to the winner. “ I am sure that you will take no pleasure whatsoever in dumping mess all over this lady’s head.” “This is a fantasy fulfilled for sure,” the winning team’s expert said. “All of the other antiques experts will be watching at home and loving this.” “Oh my gosh, I just can’t believe it,” Natasha said. She shook her head and laughed. Natasha wore black tights and a black dress. She made a funny face, bracing herself. 

Her opponent began by taking a container filled with spaghetti hoops. She lowered her head a bit in preparation. She squealed as he began to wildly dump the spaghetti hoops over her. The sloppy mess dumped onto her. It poured on her head and onto her face. More poured down in between her breasts into her dress.  He then raised the back of her dress and pulled out the back of her tights. He proceeded to pour the remainder of the spaghetti hoops down the backs of her tights. She screeched as he let go, feeling spaghetti hoops inside of her tights and dress. Indeed she could feel some in her underwear. She swung her head, sweeping her hair back. She laughed as she pushed away some of the spaghetti hoops. 

Custard was next on the menu for Natasha Raskin. Her fellow expert was loving the chance that he was given to do this to her. He was an unattractive, nerdy sort of guy. He had always found her quite attractive and wanted to do something like this to her. She looked forward and shut her eyes as he dumped custard over her. In an instant, she became almost invisible behind a wall of custard. The custard splashed in all directions. It covered her head and shoulders. It splattered her entire body. Both of the teams roared with laughter as they watched Natasha get messed by the victor.

He then began to squeeze chocolate syrup all over her. She looked up, shrugged her shoulders and comically rolled her eyes as chocolate sauce was squeezed over her.  It dripped down the bridge of her nose and cheeks. It then dripped from her chin and eye brow area. She shook her fingers as chocolate rolled down her arms and chest. She scrunched up her nose. She stomped her feet. She was roaring with laughter throughout. She was finding the whole thing hilarious. “Oh no, this is so messy,” she squealed. She puffed up her cheeks and ran her hands through her mess hair. She looked like she had just been in a mess shower. She continued to laugh hysterically. “I can’t believe this,” she laughed.

Next he decided to use leftover shepherd’s pie on her. It was piled high onto a paper plate. It was about five inches high of mince, gravy, peas, carrots, mash and cheese.  It looked repulsive, as if it had been sitting out a week. It did not smell very appetizing either. He smiled and, before, she could react, he pushed the plate into her face. She almost fell back off of the chair as he wildly smushed the mess into her face. He grabbed the back of her head pushed her face into it. He then smushed what remained onto the top of her head. She was subjected to a face full of the rotten shepherd’s pie. Her mouth was wide open as mash, peas and mince fell from her face. “There was onions and mushrooms in that too, I’ll have you know,” she commented. 

Next, because Natasha’s Scottish heritage, she was going to be treated to some haggis accompanied with suede and mash. “Haggis, no way. You are not really going to pour haggis over my head are you?,” she laughed. “You know what, bring it on. A little haggis never hurt anyone,” she joked. All of the Scottish dinner was all served on a large dinner plate. It was very cold and very messy looking though. He raised it in the air over the antiques expert. He turned it over and pushed it down onto the top of her head. The haggis rained over her face and body. The mash and suede smeared all over her face, hair and dress.  She shook her head, allowing the lose bits of food to fall from her face. A huge lump of haggis stuck to the side of her face. She was experiencing haggis in a way she never would have dreamed of. 

“So, Natasha, how was that? You look a bit messy?,” Tim joked. “Yeah, I would say so. I have haggis on my head,” she said slowly. “It was hilarious though, really,” she laughed. “I hope you all enjoyed that,” she joked as she stood up, knocking away some of the mess that piled on her body. “I think everyone will agree this has been the most enjoyable episode of Bargain Hunt ever. Yes? Yes,” Tim said closing the showing. Natasha rolled her eyes and looked at him.

Paige Vanzant in the cage

Paige Vanzant in the cage

Paige Vanzant was one of the top female fighters in the world. She was a very good looking woman as well. She had risen through the ranks and had started to develop a reputation. She began to attract a bit of jealousy from others within the industry. A lot of her opponents were jealous of her for a variety of reasons. As a special promotion, all of the female fighters in the industry were polled to see which of them they all would like to see get messed the most. The person receiving the most votes would get the honour of getting put in a mini-messy cage within the cage that they fought in. Paige thought that one of the bigger names would win this vote. 

The announcement was made in the middle of a live event. Everyone waited backstage to hear who would be the unfortunate one to get the most votes. Everyone was watching on monitors backstage as the announcer revealed who the winner would be. He began to speak,” Over the past week or so, we have had all of the female fighters voting for which of them they would most like to see be placed in the mini-messy cage. The person who received the most votes will have to go into it and take a messing.” The audience cheered. “It is now time to announce the winner,” he continued,” The person with the most votes and who will be taking her place in the messy cage is… Paige Vanzant.” The audience cheered.

Paige was in shock as she heard this. She was prodded to come through the curtain and to walk down the aisle. She looked mortified. Her eyes stared blankly ahead. She did not know what to think. She wore a grey pair of gym shorts with red trim and a black tank top. She frowned as she climbed into the ring. She was lead into the mini-cage. The door was shut and locked. She inside and looked forward. The cage raised in the air, suspended above the ring, for all too see. She gripped the bars of the cage. Everyone else then exited the area. Some lights flashed and a klaxon sounded. Paige took a deep breath. 

Paige closed her eyes as bright pink gunged rained down from above all over and into the cage. It splattered through the bars and all over her. It poured over her blonde hair and perfectly tanned, tight body. Gunge ran down her face and then down her body. Show bowed her head in shame as the gunge poured down onto her. 

Bright green gunge then exploded at her from all directions. The bars of the cage did not provide much of a barrier for the gunge that was being flung her way. It splashed all over her body and into her face. She waived her hands wildly in front of her as the gunge exploded onto her. As this was happening, yellow gunge began to pour down onto her from above. She wiggled and squirmed as the gunge poured into the cage from all directions.

When the gunge finally ceased, Paige was then bombarded with a long barrage of pies that flew in her direction. The cage provided somewhat of a barrier, but pie still made its way through the bars and all over her body. There was no escape. One after another, pies smashed against the cage, splattering cream and pie filling all over Paige. The barrage was seemingly endless. 

The cage then began to be lowered. Below the cage now, were jets that were firing streams of blue gunge upwards. They were like garden hoses, spraying gunge all over. As the cage descended, the gunge began to spray Paige from head to toe, starting at her feet. It was as if the cage was being spray painted with gunge. It sprayed onto her trainers and socks. It then sprayed her calves and then thighs. It then covered her shorts, stomach and chest. Finally her face and head were sprayed. She dripped with blue gunge from head to toe.  Finally, the cage landed on the mat.

The gunge, finally ceased. The announcer came over and unlocked the cage. Paige stepped out. She was plastered all over in sloppy mess. Her high cheekbones and other facial features were visible but covered in gunge. She wiped her eyes and mouth with her fingers. She could not bring herself to smile. She stood where she was for a moment and then exited the ring. She walked straight down the aisle and back to the locker room, straight into the shower. No one dared to stop her or to try and speak to her. It was something that no one dared mention to her for a very long time. 

In the months after this, Paige dominated her opponents as she never had done before. She simply used this event as motivation and her competition were the ones who suffered from it, ultimately.