Chloe Fineman short story

 

Chloe Fineman short story

Chloe Fineman had been on Saturday Night Live for a long time. She was very funny and a really good impressionist.  She was always willing to do anything to get a laugh. She was involved in a sketch where she played a disagreeable celebrity. She would comically boss everyone around. She would make people do degrading things.

That is until, someone decided that they would take revenge. Chloe’s character was bossing around one person a little too much. She was demanding her dessert be given to her. “Do you really want it?,” they asked, “Are you sure.” “I said give it to me!”, she blurted out. The dessert that they had chosen for her happened to be an enormous pie.

They reached down and then paused. Everyone knew what was coming next. They thrust the pie into her face. They rubbed it around leaving her face covered in creamy pie. Pie crust crumbled around her shoulders. Blobs of pie fell from her nose. “This is outrageous,” she shouted in an exaggerated accented voice.

“You will pay for this. I will demand that you are fired immediately.” They looked at each other and then looked to the side where there was a large tray. They took the tray and then looked at each other again and then at the camera and the audience. They then tipped the tray out over Chloe’s head. It was filled with peach yoghurt. She screamed as layers of the thick orange mess poured down upon her. It rolled over her hair and down her shoulders. She puckered up her lips and made funny faces, sucking her cheeks in. The layers of mess stuck all over her body.

They then took a sheet cake and ran at her, plopping the entire thing all over her. It was enormous and fell to pieces all over her. She was covered in icing and cake.

Lily from AT&T fake mess 3 to 6

 Lily from AT&T fake mess 3 to 6

Alison Brie gift guide

 

Alison Brie gift guide

Alison Brie starred in commercials as the gift guide. She wore all red and had a ponytail. She appeared on a show as the gift guide. That is when she heard that she had been nominated for a messing. Someone had written in and said that they felt that the commercials were commercializing Christmas too much and putting pressure on people to spend inordinate amounts of money on Christmas gifts. Of course that is exactly what commercials were meant to do. “Well, you can’t really argue with that,” Alison said. “I think they have got you there,” the host said.

“We all know that Christmas is not about gifts or money. It is about covering someone in tons of sloppy mess.” “I ..a..I don’t know if I would agree with that,” she replied. “Who thinks that the viewer was right and that the gift guide deserves a messing?” The whole audience cheered their approval. Alison shook her hands and her head. “Well, I think we have our answer right there. If you would kindly come with me,” he said, offering his hand. She sputtered her lips, took a deep breath and took his hand.

He led her over to a special gunge tank that was decorated for Christmas. “I would like you to know that we have a special Christmas treat set up for you. This lovely tank is actually filled with lovely egg nog. Can you believe it?” “No, I really, I really can’t,” she said sarcastically. “Well on the count of three, all of that lovely egg nog will be coming your way.”

“Here we go. Three…two…one!” The release was then pulled. Alison looked up in a panic as she heard a creaking noise above her head. She then flung her head forwards just as the egg nog began to pour down upon her. She closed her eyes as it poured over her bangs and down her face. It soon covered her dark hair and dumped all over her red outfit. She wrapped her arms around herself and held her breath as she was showered in thick egg nog.

She shook her head. Her hair was soaked in nog. It dripped from her nose and from her chin. The audience roared in laughter. “We actually have a second, very special gift for you. It is actually brie. Lots and lots of melted cheese just for you.” Alison rolled her eyes. “I get it. Very funny. Ha ha,” she said sarcastically. She scowled at him, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

Before she could react, loads of brie began to fall all over her. It was much thicker than the egg nog was. It was thick and lumpy. A big thick circle of it fell onto her head and sat there lopsided like some kind of strange hat. The cheese was foul smelling as well. She shook her head as she smelled the brie.

The host then chimed in again,” Alison has just received her Brie.” He then gave a ridiculous over the top laugh.

Lisa Bonet fake mess

 Lisa Bonet fake mess

Harley Cameron pie wash

 

Harley Cameron pie wash

Harley Cameron was a very funny superstar. She didn’t mind doing things for a laugh. She appeared on a messy show. It was a lot like What Would You Do. At the end of the show guests were sat down with a card on their head. They then had a decision to make. They could do what was on the card or go to the pie pod or pie wash. Harley was welcomed as she sat with her card on her head.

The host then approached her. “Harley Cameron, will you do what is on the card or do you want to go to the pie pod or pie wash?” “You know, I think I am going to go for the pies. Yeah.” The host looked at her like she was crazy. “Are you sure? You can just do what is on the card you know.” “No, I am sure, I want the pie wash. It’ll be so much fun.” “Well, ok. If you are sure. I won’t try to talk you out of it.”

She stood up and took her coat off, placing it on the chair. She walked over to the pie wash and took a seat. “Ok, everyone. She had the chance to do what was on the card, but she elected to go to the pie wash. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Here we go.”

Harley was buckled in. She took a deep breath and then made a funny face. The chair then began to turn. The pie jets were turned on and they began to spew pie filling all over Harley. Some went across her face, more went all over her body, down her boots on her thighs and all over her massive breasts. It sprayed in lines at first all across Harley.

Harley puffed up her cheeks and closed her eyes as she was rotated around, being completely covered in thick pie filling. Finally, the pie wash came to a halt. Harley stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth and made funny faces.

The host came up to her,” So Harley. How was that?” “It was great. It was certainly and experience, that’s for sure. No, it was a lot of fun.”

Haley Jones fake mess 1,2 and 3

 

Haley Jones fake mess 1,2 and 3 

Dua Lipa Wild Animal Games

 

Dua Lipa Wild Animal Games

Dua Lipa had grown up watching messy shows. She had been a fan since she was a kid. She loved the idea of people getting messy. She was happy to appear on a messy show when she was approached. For her part of the show, it was set up like the quiz section on Wild Animal Games. There would be two teams. One member of the team was a contestant, the other a celebrity. The player was playing on behalf of the celebrity. If the contestant lost a round, their celebrity would be the one placed in the messy device for that round. There were to be two rounds. The first one would have the pie guillotine. The second would have the bucket dump.

Dua Lipa was still hoping that her contestant would win both rounds meaning that she would avoid the mess. We would see how that went for her. Each round had three questions. In the first round each contestant got one answer correct. It would come down to the third question. Dua Lipa had her fingers crossed now. The other contestant buzzed in, however and happened to get the question correct. He and his celebrity celebrated. Dua Lipa frowned and pouted.

The host then chimed in, “Well, your player lost the first round, so we all know what that means.” The audience cheered. “It means that you, Dua Lipa are going to the pie guillotine. Please follow me.” She pouted as she was walked over. She wore a little black skirt and top with matching boots. She climbed up and lay down in her spot. She looked up as the bar was lowered around her neck. She wiggled her body as she looked up at the pie above her face. It was now time to count down. On the count of three a monkey would pull down on the device to release the pie onto Dua Lipa.

Everyone counted down, “Three…two…one.” The monkey pulled the device. The enormous pie fell from above and landed with an enormous splat right on Dua Lipa’s face. She was instantly covered in pie from the neck upwards. She lie there helpless with her face covered in cream pie. She wiggled her legs and fingers. The host then lifted the bar and allowed her to sit up. She was able to remove some of the crust, allowing it to roll down her body. She now had to stand for the entire second round with her face and hair covered in pie.

The second round, was not as close. The other team got all three answers correct. Dua Lipa’s team lost again. “Ok, what do we have for the loser of round two? Why it is custard in the bucket dump. Now we have a choice for our contestant. If you want you could be nice and take the spot in the bucket dump, or we could put Dua Lipa in there and she could take a second messing. What would you rather do?” The audience had their own ideas. Dua Lipa looked at him and batted her eyelashes, pleading with him. “I’m sorry, let’s send Dua Lipa to the bucket dump.” She made a shocked face as she was lead over to the bucket dump.

She took her seat, reluctantly. Once again, on the count of three the lever would be pulled, releasing the custard onto Dua Lipa. Everyone counted down. “Three…two..one.” Dua Lipa closed her eyes as the lever was pulled on her. The custard came rushing out from above. It poured down over her face and hair and then down her body. It fell down her shoulders and her chest. It got all over her legs. She was soon covered in the custard.

She shook her head and laughed. She clapped as best she could, though her hands were covered in custard. She stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth.