Lauren Cohan I hope that you are happy
Lauren Cohan had starred in several hit shows over the
years. She was a pretty famous face for many on television. She had quite a
sexy smile and eyes. She was selected by readers of a messy site as the woman
from the television that people would most want to see get messed. She was
consistently one of the most requested celebrities on most of the messy sites.
She had caught wind of this and thought that it would be a pretty funny idea if
it was to actually happen. She was quite flattered that she was such a popular
request. She realised that this would have meant that many found her to be very
attractive. He thought that the whole concept was hilarious. She agreed to make
it happen.
She decided to wear a white dress on the day, which, in
hindsight, was probably a poor choice. By the end of the night it would never
be wearable again by her or anyone else. She had thought that she would have
had an easy time of it, but she was very mistaken. She would receive quite an
embarrassing messing. She was looking incredible on the day. Her hair was sort
of shoulder length and she had dark makeup on. She looked stunning, though she
was praying that this would not be filmed. Of course it would be. Though it
might not be televised, it would certainly be shown and broadcasted all of the
internet. She would never live this down.
The messing would take place in a public park. There was a
gunge tank set up in the middle of a park, so passers-by could come and have a
look at what was going to happen to her. She was equally intrigued and
embarrassed at the same time.
Before she was put into the tank, she had a conversation
with the organisers. “Thank you for being here and doing this.” “That’s ok. I
am sort of flattered in a way that so many people voted for me and want to see
this happen to me. Everyone seems to want to see this happen so far be it from
me to prevent it,” she replied with a laugh. “I hope everyone will be happy. I
know everyone is dying to see me get completely covered in mess.” “Well, I
guess you could say that.” “There is no accounting for taste, I suppose,” she
joked. She was then shown the tank and asked to have a seat.
At this point there was about a dozen people around who were
involved in the planning of everything. They were mostly busy getting
everything ready. They did not have any expensive cameras. They just were
recording on phones and things like that. There was someone with an amateur
sort of camera. They snapped some pictures of Lauren in the tank. She smiled,
waived and made some funny and worried looking faces for the pictures. As this
went on, a small crowd began to gather around to see what was happening. Some
voices could be heard saying, “It’s Lauren Cohan from television. She is a
star.”
It finally was time for the messing to commence. One of the
organisers asked Lauren if she was ready. She laughed and said that she was as
ready as she would ever be. He told her to brace herself. She scrunched up her
face and tightened her shoulders. Her legs wiggled back and forth. “Oh my God,
“she thought to herself. She heard a bit of a noise come from above her. She
had assumed that the tank would be filled with just gunge. She had not thought
to ask. It was not. She would soon find out that instead of gunge, the tank was
filled with leftovers and tons of expired food from a local supermarket.
There was peas, custard, gravy, porridge, canned chilli,
eggs, baked beans and spaghetti hoops among other things all layered together
sitting inches above her head. She looked up and shook her head, opening her
mouth in a funny squeal. At this moment, the lever was pulled on the tank and
the mountain of sloppy mess that lay above her was released upon her. As she
looked up she could see it begin to fall. “Oh shit,” she said to herself. She
winced as the mess began to pour down upon her.
The first wave all seemed to come down at once. The heavier
bits must have settled at the bottom, because they fell first upon her. The
mess fell straight upon her head and exploded in a splash in all directions.
She closed her eyes and mouth as a tidal wave of food mess poured straight down
her face. It then began to make its way down her body, over her chest and arms
and then all over her dress and legs, staining everything as it went. She
struggled in mess. She could do nothing but hug herself as tightly as she could
as the onslaught of disgusting mess continued to envelope her.
Everyone gathered clapped and cheered as they witnessed her
getting the mess dumped all over her. She was soon covered from head to toe in
what amounted to food waste. She was completely trashed. She tried to wipe some
of the mess from her eyes and nose. Blobs of food mess piled on various areas
of her body. She could feel bits of mess inside her dress and on her legs. It
was everywhere. She was covered in patches of different foods all over her
body. There was a pile of peas on the right side of her head. She had baked
beans all over her breasts. Custard fell from her nose and chin. She was
completely trashed.
Eventually, the flow of the mess stopped. Everyone gave her
a round of applause. She stood up and stepped out of the tank. As she stood up,
layers of revolting slop fell from her person to the ground. She ran her hands
over her hair and face. She smiled and bowed. She pointed towards everyone and
told them that she hoped that they were happy. She was a complete mess.
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