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Thursday, 7 July 2011
Hannah Spearitt vs. Tina Barrett.
Hannah Spearitt vs. Tina Barrett.
S Club 7 decided that they would do a reunion concert, but things did not go as well as they had planned. Tickets had not sold as well as they hoped that they would. There was one show in London in particular that the tickets were just not selling for. The band was told by management that something would need to be done. There had to be a way to get more fans to buy tickets and to stir up some publicity for the once popular band. The promoters came up with a plan and set it in motion before they had told the band members what they were doing. They were told that they were to gather for an emergency meeting. All seven showed up.
“Hi everyone,” the promoter said,” You are probably wondering why you were called here today. Well, it has to do with the ticket sales for the London show. They are terrible. It was decided that we need to do something to draw the crowds in. We have come up with a way.” The band perked it’s ears up as this had really caught their attention. “ In a word, gunge.” “Gunge,” they screamed. They all reacted badly to this. “What do you mean gunge?,” Jo said. “Gunge for who?,” Rachel asked. “Gunge for one of you,” he replied. “Well which one of us,” Tina replied, in an annoyed voice. “You guys and the public will decide just that,” he replied,” You seven will vote now. The two band members with the most votes will be put up for public vote and the public will choose. The person with the most votes will be getting gunged by the rest of you on stage at the concert.” Their reactions ranged from pissed off to intrigued. The ones who knew they had little chance of winning the vote thought that this was a great idea. The ones who knew they were at risk were not so pleased.
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Everyone was given a sheet of paper and a pencil. They all wrote down one name. The papers were handed in to the manager. He began to read the votes out loud. “One vote for Tina,” Tina shook her head and bit her lip. “One vote for Rachel,” Rachel blushed. “One vote for Hannah,” Hannah gave a pained look. “One vote for Tina. Tina has two votes now.” Everyone was in dead silence as the votes were read only three votes left to go. “On vote for… Hannah. Two for Hannah, two for Tina, One for Rachel, two votes left. One vote for.. Hannah.” Everyone cheered. Hannah turned red and curled her nose. “God, no,” she said. “That means, Hannah is definitely up for vote. The other space is between Rachel and Tina. The last vote is for …Paul. That means Hannah has three votes, Tina has two. No one else has more than one. You two will be up for the vote now.” The saved members of the group were relieved and very happy at the result, especially Rachel. They teased Hannah and Rachel one would be getting messy in front of a crowd of thousands. Hannah felt very uneasy. She felt that she would definitely be the one who would get the gunge now. She had hoped for Rachel to be up against her in the vote, because she felt the public would have wanted to see Rachel get messy more than her. That is why she had voted for Rachel, even though she did not want to see her get messy in particular. She had voted tactfully and it had not worked. “I am going to find out who voted for me,” Tina warned, “I am going to strangle whoever voted for me.” They would never know for sure who voted which way, but below is how it went:
Hannah- Rachel
Paul- Hannah
John- Hannah
Jo- Tina
Tina-Paul
Rachel- Hannah
Bradley- Tina
The concert date was promoted accordingly. The public were told that one member of S club was going to be getting messy and the fans would be voting. Posters with Tina and Hannah’s faces on them were everywhere. The stunt worked. All of the tickets sold and the interest in the concert was raised tenfold. No one in S club had any sympathy on Tina or Hannah. They were going to have to take one for the team. Everyone was going to benefit, so whoever was going to be the unfortunate one had no room to argue or complain. It was going to be the highlight of the show. When each ticket holder came to the arena they given a card with Tina and Hannah’s names and pictures on it. They had to mark who they wanted to see get messy and hand it in at the door. The votes were counted during the first act. There would be an intermission and then Hannah and Tina would come onto the stage and the results would be read out. Then someone would be getting gunged. All of the other six would be doing the gunging. The unfortunate loser would have to perform the whole second act covered in mess.
During the intermission, tension filled the air. The other five members of S Club made themselves scarce, avoiding Tina and Hannah. No one left their seats during intermission. No one wanted to miss out on what was about to happen. They were there to see more than just a rock concert. Either Tina or Hannah was going to get it and get it good. The cards with the results were given to Bradley. He came out on stage to deafening applause. “Ok,” he said,” Is everyone having a good time?” The crowd cheered. “Does everyone want to see some mess?” the crowd cheered even louder. “Well, as we all know this is a very special show tonight. As you all know, there was a little vote today. Who wants to hear the results,” the crowd cheered louder. Tina and Hannah were prodded onto the stage. The both looked annoyed. Tina gave a sarcastic smile. Hannah just looked pissed off. She was really angry. She figured that it would definitely be her getting messy.” They walked out on the stage as the crowd cheered. They both wore tight fitting orange outfits. Their shirts were tied off at the waist, showing their midriffs. Tina had her hair back in a ponytail. Hannah‘s hair was in her usual boy like blonde bob. “So Tina ,” how do you feel,” Bradley asked. “I am annoyed, but quietly confident. I hope it will not be me. I hope it will be Hannah here,” she said. She pointed to herself, shaking her head, making a face as if to say, not me. “How about you Hannah?,” he asked. “How am I feeling?,” she shrieked,” I am very unhappy at the prospect of public humiliation at the hands of you lot if I lose. Let’s just say I do not want to lose. I want to avoid losing at all costs.” “Well, there you have it,” Bradley said,” Who wants to know the results? Bad attitude from our girls here I think. Any way, here we go.” The spotlight was put on Tina and Hannah. The crowd hushed. Tina sarcastically laughed. Hannah looked at the floor and glared at Tina and Bradley. “Our loser, with 63 percent of the votes. Is… Hannah.” The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter at Hannah’s expense. Tina pointed and laughed at her. Tina was visibly anger, shaking her head and muttering angry words. She glared at Tina. ”I’ll get you for this,” she said angrily, pointing her finger at Tina. The crowd was so loud that her swearing and complaining was not audible. “This is bullshit,” she said. Of course this only made everyone think that the situation was even funnier.
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A chair was placed at the centre of the stage. Tina set it down. She patted the seat and beckoned for Hannah to have a seat with her finger. Hannah stomped over. She lowered her ass into the seat. She angrily crossed her arms and legs, swearing to herself. She was bright red with anger. In the meantime the rest of her band mates had come on stage carrying buckets. “Time for the highlight of the night,” Bradley said. The whole crowd began to chant in unison, “Gunge her, gunge her.” Hannah rolled her eyes as her band mates formed a line. They argued amongst themselves who would be the first to nail her. They drew straws in the end and lined up in order. Hannah flared her nostrils in anger. She looked amazing. Her skin tanned and freckled. Her flat, muscular stomach showing. Her short blonde hair looking as amazing as ever. She was not surprised that she was the one in the chair. She knew the audience would choose her over Tina. “Ok, everyone. Here we go. Sorry, Hannah,” Bradley said. “Oh. Shut up you bastard,” she said.
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Tina was first in the line. She stepped forward, pumping the audience up with her hands. Smiling and waiving. She grabbed her item and headed for Hannah. It was a huge creamy, banana cream pie that she had in her hands. She walked up in front of Hannah. She displayed the pie in front of Hannah so that she and the audience could get a look at it. “Yummy,” she said in a funny voice. Hannah rolled her eyes. “Please, Tina, you wouldn’t,” she said. “Oh I would. I have wanted to do this for years.” She shook her hands trying to beg Tina off. Tina motioned to the audience to count down. 3.…2...1. Tina pulled back and then smashed Hannah square in the face with all of the force in her body. Hannah screamed. Everyone’s silence had erupted into a frenzy of laughter. Pie went flying as it nailed Hannah. This moment would be shown over and over again on the big screen. Hannah’s face was coated in banana pudding and whipped cream. Her tan skin dotted in white and light yellow mush. She couldn’t help but laugh. She removed the tin with her hands and shouted, ”Noooo!,” half laughing. She stuck out her tongue , making a funny face. She pointed at Tina, and in a more lively mood said,” I’ll get you for this.” “Hey everyone, let’s look at that again in super slow mo,” Tina said. “No,” Hannah screamed. Hannah then appeared on the big screen. Tina had a remote control. “Check out the replay,” Tina said. On the big screen it showed Hannah clean, moments earlier. Tina pushed play and the footage rolled in slow motion. Hannah laughed, watching herself get pied. Tina made it go really slow, catching every second. She then rewinded it and played it over and over again in slow motion. She paused it on the moment of impact. She went back and forth over the moment the pie hit Hannah in the face. She then paused the screen on a pied Hannah. Hannah liked her lips, her face covered in pie,” Lovely,” she said sarcastically.
The next person to come forward was Paul. He smiled and winked at Hannah. He held a bucket of simple cream gunge. It was very thick however. He strolled up to Hannah, whistling as he went. “You, wouldn’t dare,” she said. He went behind her. He motioned to the audience. “Should I gunge her,” he mouthed. He then took one hand and raised a thumb. He put his thumb down and shook his head for no. Everyone booed. He then smiled and gave a thumbs up over Hannah’s head. The audience then cheered their approval. Hannah wiggled her head and gave a fake grumpy face. She then closed her eyes and braced herself. Paul waited. She braced herself expecting the gunge to hit her. When it didn’t come, she opened one eye and looked up inquisitively. That moment Paul tipped the gunge over her head. She screamed as it hit her in the face. She jerked her neck forward as the gunge now poured onto her short blonde hair. It covered it and then domed, covering the top of her head. It covered one side of her face completely. She took her hands ran them through her gungey hair and then over her neck. More poured down her body, dripping green gunge down her chest and onto her exposed tummy and navel. He had fun pouring the thick glop onto her smooth, expectant tanned skin. More fell onto her lap and over her thighs. She puckered her lips and rubbed her hair again. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out again giving a funny face for the audience. She then placed her index fingers in her mouth and pulled her cheeks apart. She stuck her tongue out.
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Next in line was Bradley. Bradley had in his hands a huge bucket of tapioca pudding. It was truly disgusting and all ready for Hannah. It was even thicker than the gunge before it. “What can I say,” Bradley uttered as he approached. He pretended that he felt bad. “Will I regret this? Oh hell no,” he said. The crowd cheered its approval of what he was about to do. Hannah cuddled her knees and arched her back forward. Bradley tipped the bucket just below Hannah’s neck. The pudding slowly trickled out onto the back of her shirt. The shirt was made out of a thin fabric and was already going see through. It could barely last any more. The buttons started to show strain. He moved the bucket up, pouring the white sludge onto Hannah’s head. Gravity moved it over her face. She leaned forward as it dripped from her nose and chin. He then moved the bucket down, dumping the pudding all over the back of her shirt and down further to her backside. Tapioca poring over her trousers and into the back of them. Hannah shivered and jumped. Her muscles spasming from the cold mess hitting her. When he was done he stood in a pose and mocked her, pointing and making comments as if he were looking at a piece of art work. She flung her head back. She grimaced trying to clean herself. She pulled her shirt out with two fingers on each side to try to air it out. She recrossed her legs. Her tan skin and orange close were now saturated in white tapioca. She licked her lips again. Her tongue nearly touching her nose. Tapioca dripping from her hair still.
Next to come was Jo. “I have a special treat for you Hannah. I think you will really relish this moment,” Jo said. “A corny joke I know, but very accurate to what is coming up next for you.” Jo, of course produced a massive, catering size jar of corn relish. Jo held it up for the crowd to say and made an ooh face. She undid the lid and tossed it aside. She lifted the jar, as Hannah gave a pained face. Her body shuttered in anticipation. “I am going to have relish…on my head,” she said. She closed her eyes tightly and contracted the muscles in her face. Jo carefully tipped the bucket onto Hannah’s head. 2this is so embarrassing,” she said. The green chunks of pickled relish began to plop onto Hannah. One by one blobs fell onto the top of her head, making a pile of the stuff on the centre of her head. Then bits started to fall down and stick to her face. Relish stick near her eye, on the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks. More fell on her neck and body, sticking everywhere. Jo then stuck her hand in the jar and took a handful. She plopped it onto Hannah’s head and started to rub it around. Hannah moaned. Jo then took a second handful. She took one hand and grabbed the back of Hannah’s head. She then took the other hand and smashed the relish in Hannah’s face. She lowered her head into it, literally rubbing Hannah’s face in it. She took another handful and flung it onto Hannah’s exposed tummy. She took her hand again and rubbed it around. Hannah screamed in disgust. She took two more handfuls and smushed them on either side of Hannah’s shirt. She moved her hands downward, smearing Hannah’s almost destroyed shirt in the mess. Finally she took two more handfuls and pushed them onto Hannah’s knees. She then moved her hands back and forth, smearing Hannah’s legs in the relish.
John was next. He was probably the member of S Club that she was closest to. They had their tough times as well. She wondered what he would have in store for her. He came forward smiling and waiving. “Hi,” he said in a funny voice. “Oh, haha,” Hannah said,” You must be loving every minute of this.” “Well, I could pretend, but I won’t. Best night ever,” he joked. John grabbed a bottle of ranch dressing. He popped the top open and walked over to Hannah. “Please, John, this is so embarrassing.” “I now. I love it,” he said. She laughed. He held the squeeze bottle over Hannah’s nose. He squeezed the bottle and sprayed a line of dressing on Hannah’s nose. Then he did the same on the top of her head. Lines of the dressing fell on her head and off it. He poured more back and forth, decorating her face. She puckered her lips as lashes of the dressing fell from her face. He poured more up and down her face. He poured more back and forth. He then sprayed some on her neck and chest. He went back and forth making patterns on Hannah’s body. He then placed the bottle down the back of her trousers and squeezed. She wiggled her bottom in the seat and screamed as the salad dressing poured onto her backside. He then took the bottle and held it high. He poured the salad dressing back and forth all over Hannah. “Thanks for that,” she said sarcastically. She patted the back of her head and hair. She blew her nose and rubbed her hands on her face.
Rachel was the last one left. She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled at Hannah as she stepped forward. She held the final bucket. The bucket was filled with spaghetti hoops. Hannah craned her neck to see what was in the bucket. Rachel pulled it away. Hannah glared at her. Rachel danced over behind Hannah. Hannah closed her nose and scrunched up her face. Rachel lead the crowd in another count down. 3...2..1, With that Rachel lifted the bucket and then turned it upside down. The crowd erupted as the spaghetti hoops fell onto Hannah’s head. The hoops in the gross sauce fell in the centre of Hannah’s head. Before she could react the spaghetti hoops had already covered her whole face down to her nose. She could feel the thick spaghetti hoops falling down her face. In a second, her whole head was covered. The Spaghetti hoops fell into her shirt and down onto her legs. She took her fingers and held her nose as Rachel continued to pour, the seemingly endless supply of spaghetti hoops onto Hannah. When the bucket was empty, Hannah was left sitting in the centre of the stage covered from head to toe in spaghetti hoops. She took both hands and put them onto her face. She moved her hands upwards, over her face and through her hair, scooping some away. As she did so, she opened her mouth wide, gasping. She then laughed in spite of herself. Her hair sticking up, face covered in sauce.
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“ok, everyone, let’s give her a hand,” Bradley said. The crowd cheered. “Gee, thanks,” Hannah said. She opened her mouth, put her hand on her hip and gave a sarcastic laugh. “Ha ha ha,” she said,” Very funny. I am so pissed off. This is bullshit,” she said. All of her band mates came on stage and stood on either side of her. She stood up sheepishly and gave a half hearted waive. “I need a shower,” she said. “It is almost time for the second act,” Bradley said,” We have to give Hannah time to clean up,” he said. The crowd booed. He walked backstage as if he was going to get her something to clean off with. He retuned to the stage. He had one sheet of paper towel in his hand. He held it in front of him. “Here you go Hannah, all for you,” he said. “You’re too kind,” she said sarcastically,” I don’t think this is going to cut it though somehow.” He took the paper towel and handed it to her. She tried to wipe herself with it, but it instantly fell apart. “Great,” she said. She bent her knees and back as she laughed. “Unfortunately, though, it’s time to start act two. No time to clean up.” Hannah glared at him in disgust. She trudged to her spot on stage and had to perform the whole act covered in mess. Understandably, her focus was not on singing.
S Club 7 decided that they would do a reunion concert, but things did not go as well as they had planned. Tickets had not sold as well as they hoped that they would. There was one show in London in particular that the tickets were just not selling for. The band was told by management that something would need to be done. There had to be a way to get more fans to buy tickets and to stir up some publicity for the once popular band. The promoters came up with a plan and set it in motion before they had told the band members what they were doing. They were told that they were to gather for an emergency meeting. All seven showed up.
“Hi everyone,” the promoter said,” You are probably wondering why you were called here today. Well, it has to do with the ticket sales for the London show. They are terrible. It was decided that we need to do something to draw the crowds in. We have come up with a way.” The band perked it’s ears up as this had really caught their attention. “ In a word, gunge.” “Gunge,” they screamed. They all reacted badly to this. “What do you mean gunge?,” Jo said. “Gunge for who?,” Rachel asked. “Gunge for one of you,” he replied. “Well which one of us,” Tina replied, in an annoyed voice. “You guys and the public will decide just that,” he replied,” You seven will vote now. The two band members with the most votes will be put up for public vote and the public will choose. The person with the most votes will be getting gunged by the rest of you on stage at the concert.” Their reactions ranged from pissed off to intrigued. The ones who knew they had little chance of winning the vote thought that this was a great idea. The ones who knew they were at risk were not so pleased.
Everyone was given a sheet of paper and a pencil. They all wrote down one name. The papers were handed in to the manager. He began to read the votes out loud. “One vote for Tina,” Tina shook her head and bit her lip. “One vote for Rachel,” Rachel blushed. “One vote for Hannah,” Hannah gave a pained look. “One vote for Tina. Tina has two votes now.” Everyone was in dead silence as the votes were read only three votes left to go. “On vote for… Hannah. Two for Hannah, two for Tina, One for Rachel, two votes left. One vote for.. Hannah.” Everyone cheered. Hannah turned red and curled her nose. “God, no,” she said. “That means, Hannah is definitely up for vote. The other space is between Rachel and Tina. The last vote is for …Paul. That means Hannah has three votes, Tina has two. No one else has more than one. You two will be up for the vote now.” The saved members of the group were relieved and very happy at the result, especially Rachel. They teased Hannah and Rachel one would be getting messy in front of a crowd of thousands. Hannah felt very uneasy. She felt that she would definitely be the one who would get the gunge now. She had hoped for Rachel to be up against her in the vote, because she felt the public would have wanted to see Rachel get messy more than her. That is why she had voted for Rachel, even though she did not want to see her get messy in particular. She had voted tactfully and it had not worked. “I am going to find out who voted for me,” Tina warned, “I am going to strangle whoever voted for me.” They would never know for sure who voted which way, but below is how it went:
Hannah- Rachel
Paul- Hannah
John- Hannah
Jo- Tina
Tina-Paul
Rachel- Hannah
Bradley- Tina
The concert date was promoted accordingly. The public were told that one member of S club was going to be getting messy and the fans would be voting. Posters with Tina and Hannah’s faces on them were everywhere. The stunt worked. All of the tickets sold and the interest in the concert was raised tenfold. No one in S club had any sympathy on Tina or Hannah. They were going to have to take one for the team. Everyone was going to benefit, so whoever was going to be the unfortunate one had no room to argue or complain. It was going to be the highlight of the show. When each ticket holder came to the arena they given a card with Tina and Hannah’s names and pictures on it. They had to mark who they wanted to see get messy and hand it in at the door. The votes were counted during the first act. There would be an intermission and then Hannah and Tina would come onto the stage and the results would be read out. Then someone would be getting gunged. All of the other six would be doing the gunging. The unfortunate loser would have to perform the whole second act covered in mess.
During the intermission, tension filled the air. The other five members of S Club made themselves scarce, avoiding Tina and Hannah. No one left their seats during intermission. No one wanted to miss out on what was about to happen. They were there to see more than just a rock concert. Either Tina or Hannah was going to get it and get it good. The cards with the results were given to Bradley. He came out on stage to deafening applause. “Ok,” he said,” Is everyone having a good time?” The crowd cheered. “Does everyone want to see some mess?” the crowd cheered even louder. “Well, as we all know this is a very special show tonight. As you all know, there was a little vote today. Who wants to hear the results,” the crowd cheered louder. Tina and Hannah were prodded onto the stage. The both looked annoyed. Tina gave a sarcastic smile. Hannah just looked pissed off. She was really angry. She figured that it would definitely be her getting messy.” They walked out on the stage as the crowd cheered. They both wore tight fitting orange outfits. Their shirts were tied off at the waist, showing their midriffs. Tina had her hair back in a ponytail. Hannah‘s hair was in her usual boy like blonde bob. “So Tina ,” how do you feel,” Bradley asked. “I am annoyed, but quietly confident. I hope it will not be me. I hope it will be Hannah here,” she said. She pointed to herself, shaking her head, making a face as if to say, not me. “How about you Hannah?,” he asked. “How am I feeling?,” she shrieked,” I am very unhappy at the prospect of public humiliation at the hands of you lot if I lose. Let’s just say I do not want to lose. I want to avoid losing at all costs.” “Well, there you have it,” Bradley said,” Who wants to know the results? Bad attitude from our girls here I think. Any way, here we go.” The spotlight was put on Tina and Hannah. The crowd hushed. Tina sarcastically laughed. Hannah looked at the floor and glared at Tina and Bradley. “Our loser, with 63 percent of the votes. Is… Hannah.” The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter at Hannah’s expense. Tina pointed and laughed at her. Tina was visibly anger, shaking her head and muttering angry words. She glared at Tina. ”I’ll get you for this,” she said angrily, pointing her finger at Tina. The crowd was so loud that her swearing and complaining was not audible. “This is bullshit,” she said. Of course this only made everyone think that the situation was even funnier.
A chair was placed at the centre of the stage. Tina set it down. She patted the seat and beckoned for Hannah to have a seat with her finger. Hannah stomped over. She lowered her ass into the seat. She angrily crossed her arms and legs, swearing to herself. She was bright red with anger. In the meantime the rest of her band mates had come on stage carrying buckets. “Time for the highlight of the night,” Bradley said. The whole crowd began to chant in unison, “Gunge her, gunge her.” Hannah rolled her eyes as her band mates formed a line. They argued amongst themselves who would be the first to nail her. They drew straws in the end and lined up in order. Hannah flared her nostrils in anger. She looked amazing. Her skin tanned and freckled. Her flat, muscular stomach showing. Her short blonde hair looking as amazing as ever. She was not surprised that she was the one in the chair. She knew the audience would choose her over Tina. “Ok, everyone. Here we go. Sorry, Hannah,” Bradley said. “Oh. Shut up you bastard,” she said.
Tina was first in the line. She stepped forward, pumping the audience up with her hands. Smiling and waiving. She grabbed her item and headed for Hannah. It was a huge creamy, banana cream pie that she had in her hands. She walked up in front of Hannah. She displayed the pie in front of Hannah so that she and the audience could get a look at it. “Yummy,” she said in a funny voice. Hannah rolled her eyes. “Please, Tina, you wouldn’t,” she said. “Oh I would. I have wanted to do this for years.” She shook her hands trying to beg Tina off. Tina motioned to the audience to count down. 3.…2...1. Tina pulled back and then smashed Hannah square in the face with all of the force in her body. Hannah screamed. Everyone’s silence had erupted into a frenzy of laughter. Pie went flying as it nailed Hannah. This moment would be shown over and over again on the big screen. Hannah’s face was coated in banana pudding and whipped cream. Her tan skin dotted in white and light yellow mush. She couldn’t help but laugh. She removed the tin with her hands and shouted, ”Noooo!,” half laughing. She stuck out her tongue , making a funny face. She pointed at Tina, and in a more lively mood said,” I’ll get you for this.” “Hey everyone, let’s look at that again in super slow mo,” Tina said. “No,” Hannah screamed. Hannah then appeared on the big screen. Tina had a remote control. “Check out the replay,” Tina said. On the big screen it showed Hannah clean, moments earlier. Tina pushed play and the footage rolled in slow motion. Hannah laughed, watching herself get pied. Tina made it go really slow, catching every second. She then rewinded it and played it over and over again in slow motion. She paused it on the moment of impact. She went back and forth over the moment the pie hit Hannah in the face. She then paused the screen on a pied Hannah. Hannah liked her lips, her face covered in pie,” Lovely,” she said sarcastically.
The next person to come forward was Paul. He smiled and winked at Hannah. He held a bucket of simple cream gunge. It was very thick however. He strolled up to Hannah, whistling as he went. “You, wouldn’t dare,” she said. He went behind her. He motioned to the audience. “Should I gunge her,” he mouthed. He then took one hand and raised a thumb. He put his thumb down and shook his head for no. Everyone booed. He then smiled and gave a thumbs up over Hannah’s head. The audience then cheered their approval. Hannah wiggled her head and gave a fake grumpy face. She then closed her eyes and braced herself. Paul waited. She braced herself expecting the gunge to hit her. When it didn’t come, she opened one eye and looked up inquisitively. That moment Paul tipped the gunge over her head. She screamed as it hit her in the face. She jerked her neck forward as the gunge now poured onto her short blonde hair. It covered it and then domed, covering the top of her head. It covered one side of her face completely. She took her hands ran them through her gungey hair and then over her neck. More poured down her body, dripping green gunge down her chest and onto her exposed tummy and navel. He had fun pouring the thick glop onto her smooth, expectant tanned skin. More fell onto her lap and over her thighs. She puckered her lips and rubbed her hair again. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out again giving a funny face for the audience. She then placed her index fingers in her mouth and pulled her cheeks apart. She stuck her tongue out.
Next in line was Bradley. Bradley had in his hands a huge bucket of tapioca pudding. It was truly disgusting and all ready for Hannah. It was even thicker than the gunge before it. “What can I say,” Bradley uttered as he approached. He pretended that he felt bad. “Will I regret this? Oh hell no,” he said. The crowd cheered its approval of what he was about to do. Hannah cuddled her knees and arched her back forward. Bradley tipped the bucket just below Hannah’s neck. The pudding slowly trickled out onto the back of her shirt. The shirt was made out of a thin fabric and was already going see through. It could barely last any more. The buttons started to show strain. He moved the bucket up, pouring the white sludge onto Hannah’s head. Gravity moved it over her face. She leaned forward as it dripped from her nose and chin. He then moved the bucket down, dumping the pudding all over the back of her shirt and down further to her backside. Tapioca poring over her trousers and into the back of them. Hannah shivered and jumped. Her muscles spasming from the cold mess hitting her. When he was done he stood in a pose and mocked her, pointing and making comments as if he were looking at a piece of art work. She flung her head back. She grimaced trying to clean herself. She pulled her shirt out with two fingers on each side to try to air it out. She recrossed her legs. Her tan skin and orange close were now saturated in white tapioca. She licked her lips again. Her tongue nearly touching her nose. Tapioca dripping from her hair still.
Next to come was Jo. “I have a special treat for you Hannah. I think you will really relish this moment,” Jo said. “A corny joke I know, but very accurate to what is coming up next for you.” Jo, of course produced a massive, catering size jar of corn relish. Jo held it up for the crowd to say and made an ooh face. She undid the lid and tossed it aside. She lifted the jar, as Hannah gave a pained face. Her body shuttered in anticipation. “I am going to have relish…on my head,” she said. She closed her eyes tightly and contracted the muscles in her face. Jo carefully tipped the bucket onto Hannah’s head. 2this is so embarrassing,” she said. The green chunks of pickled relish began to plop onto Hannah. One by one blobs fell onto the top of her head, making a pile of the stuff on the centre of her head. Then bits started to fall down and stick to her face. Relish stick near her eye, on the bridge of her nose and on her cheeks. More fell on her neck and body, sticking everywhere. Jo then stuck her hand in the jar and took a handful. She plopped it onto Hannah’s head and started to rub it around. Hannah moaned. Jo then took a second handful. She took one hand and grabbed the back of Hannah’s head. She then took the other hand and smashed the relish in Hannah’s face. She lowered her head into it, literally rubbing Hannah’s face in it. She took another handful and flung it onto Hannah’s exposed tummy. She took her hand again and rubbed it around. Hannah screamed in disgust. She took two more handfuls and smushed them on either side of Hannah’s shirt. She moved her hands downward, smearing Hannah’s almost destroyed shirt in the mess. Finally she took two more handfuls and pushed them onto Hannah’s knees. She then moved her hands back and forth, smearing Hannah’s legs in the relish.
John was next. He was probably the member of S Club that she was closest to. They had their tough times as well. She wondered what he would have in store for her. He came forward smiling and waiving. “Hi,” he said in a funny voice. “Oh, haha,” Hannah said,” You must be loving every minute of this.” “Well, I could pretend, but I won’t. Best night ever,” he joked. John grabbed a bottle of ranch dressing. He popped the top open and walked over to Hannah. “Please, John, this is so embarrassing.” “I now. I love it,” he said. She laughed. He held the squeeze bottle over Hannah’s nose. He squeezed the bottle and sprayed a line of dressing on Hannah’s nose. Then he did the same on the top of her head. Lines of the dressing fell on her head and off it. He poured more back and forth, decorating her face. She puckered her lips as lashes of the dressing fell from her face. He poured more up and down her face. He poured more back and forth. He then sprayed some on her neck and chest. He went back and forth making patterns on Hannah’s body. He then placed the bottle down the back of her trousers and squeezed. She wiggled her bottom in the seat and screamed as the salad dressing poured onto her backside. He then took the bottle and held it high. He poured the salad dressing back and forth all over Hannah. “Thanks for that,” she said sarcastically. She patted the back of her head and hair. She blew her nose and rubbed her hands on her face.
Rachel was the last one left. She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled at Hannah as she stepped forward. She held the final bucket. The bucket was filled with spaghetti hoops. Hannah craned her neck to see what was in the bucket. Rachel pulled it away. Hannah glared at her. Rachel danced over behind Hannah. Hannah closed her nose and scrunched up her face. Rachel lead the crowd in another count down. 3...2..1, With that Rachel lifted the bucket and then turned it upside down. The crowd erupted as the spaghetti hoops fell onto Hannah’s head. The hoops in the gross sauce fell in the centre of Hannah’s head. Before she could react the spaghetti hoops had already covered her whole face down to her nose. She could feel the thick spaghetti hoops falling down her face. In a second, her whole head was covered. The Spaghetti hoops fell into her shirt and down onto her legs. She took her fingers and held her nose as Rachel continued to pour, the seemingly endless supply of spaghetti hoops onto Hannah. When the bucket was empty, Hannah was left sitting in the centre of the stage covered from head to toe in spaghetti hoops. She took both hands and put them onto her face. She moved her hands upwards, over her face and through her hair, scooping some away. As she did so, she opened her mouth wide, gasping. She then laughed in spite of herself. Her hair sticking up, face covered in sauce.
“ok, everyone, let’s give her a hand,” Bradley said. The crowd cheered. “Gee, thanks,” Hannah said. She opened her mouth, put her hand on her hip and gave a sarcastic laugh. “Ha ha ha,” she said,” Very funny. I am so pissed off. This is bullshit,” she said. All of her band mates came on stage and stood on either side of her. She stood up sheepishly and gave a half hearted waive. “I need a shower,” she said. “It is almost time for the second act,” Bradley said,” We have to give Hannah time to clean up,” he said. The crowd booed. He walked backstage as if he was going to get her something to clean off with. He retuned to the stage. He had one sheet of paper towel in his hand. He held it in front of him. “Here you go Hannah, all for you,” he said. “You’re too kind,” she said sarcastically,” I don’t think this is going to cut it though somehow.” He took the paper towel and handed it to her. She tried to wipe herself with it, but it instantly fell apart. “Great,” she said. She bent her knees and back as she laughed. “Unfortunately, though, it’s time to start act two. No time to clean up.” Hannah glared at him in disgust. She trudged to her spot on stage and had to perform the whole act covered in mess. Understandably, her focus was not on singing.
Sunday, 3 July 2011
Poll about the audience
This is just a little poll about the audience. It is confidential, but it will be interesting to see the results
Friday, 1 July 2011
Interest in something different
Hi everyone.
I just thought I would put a post on and see if there was any sort of interest in something slightly different in addition the what I normally create. This sight is all about making fantasies reality. Or at least in fictional form. So, if there is anyone out there who would like to have a story written about themselves or about a female that they know in their life perhaps, please let me know. It would be annonymous and would not have to be put on the blog. Just drop me an email at: wammojrg @hotmail.co.uk
or post a comment.
Thanks for visiting
I just thought I would put a post on and see if there was any sort of interest in something slightly different in addition the what I normally create. This sight is all about making fantasies reality. Or at least in fictional form. So, if there is anyone out there who would like to have a story written about themselves or about a female that they know in their life perhaps, please let me know. It would be annonymous and would not have to be put on the blog. Just drop me an email at: wammojrg @hotmail.co.uk
or post a comment.
Thanks for visiting
Thursday, 30 June 2011
Amanda Holden vs. Martine McCutcheon Results
Amanda Holden vs. Martine McCutcheon Results
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Mr. G. entered the set to a round of applause on another episode of Let Her Have It. Today was a special show sponsored bt Danon Activia. Danon Activia is a brand of yogurts. Today they were going to play a special role in the show. Mr. G. announced this and then introduced the two ladies who were up for the vote this week. He welcomed Amanda Holden and Martine McCutcheon to the show. They entered from opposite sides of the stage. Amanda looked amazing. She wore a dark blue dress that was cut off at one shoulder. Martine looking equally as good wearing a dark purple dress. Amanda laughed and waived to the audience as she entered. Martine gave a polite smile. “I have a feeling that we are overdressed,” Amanda joked. Mr. G. welcomed his guests to the show. “So Martine, we all know why you ladies are here. What are your thoughts on this evening?,” he asked. “I am very, very nervous. I don’t particularly want to have the whole country laughing at me. I know the loser is in for quite a gross evening as well, and I pray that it is not going to be me,” She replied. “And Amanda , how about you?,” he asked. “I am actually, not that familiar with the show. I do know that if I lose this vote I am in big trouble. Losing is just not an option I don’t think. Believe me, I do not want to lose tonight,” She joked. “Well, that is not up to you, or us for that matter,” Mr. G. said, “It is our viewers who voted and one of you will lose. There is an equally good chance that either of you could win or lose. We will find out after the break.” The ad break went ahead with an advert for Danon Activia.
The show returned from break. “Ok, everyone,” Mr. G. said,” We will not beat around the bush today. Someone is going to get it and get it good. So we will go straight to our results now. If that is ok with everyone.” The crowd cheered its approval. Martine looked really nervous. Amanda gave a nervous laugh. She bit her lip. The lights were turned down and the tension began to build in the studio. “So, here we go,” Mr. G. said,” Good luck ladies. You are going to need it. So, Amanda Holden vs. Martine McCutcheon. You have both been on the television for a long time, but you have never been on a show like this one. One of you is going to be receiving the punishment, but who will it be. Ok, everyone we are ready now. This is going to get very embarrassing for one of you very soon. Amanda Holden, Martine McCutcheon. Who will it be?” Martine stared at the floor, her hands together, almost praying. Amanda looked around in all directions. She was sweating. She closed her eyes as Mr. G. read. “ Our loser. The person who received the most votes. The person getting messy tonight is…. Amanda Holden.” Martine breathed a huge sigh of relief. The audience cheered loudly. Amanda’s eyes darted everywhere in a panic. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she said. She pointed to herself, as if to say, “Me?” She bit her lip in anger and frustration. She did not want to lose this vote. She did not even know why she had agreed to this, but she could not back out now. She was going to be paying the consequences. “So, congratulations are in order for Martine. You have won and have escaped the mess. Well done.” “I’m so relieved,” she blurted out. “Sorry Amanda, but better you than me.” “And Amanda, well, you lost the vote and now you will have to pay the price.” ”Indeed, it appears that I will. Is there any way out of this,” she joked,” I can make it worth your while.” “As tempting as that sounds Amanda. I am afraid that there is no escape. But if you still want to talk after the show, you can meet me backstage.” “Well, the offer is off now, I’m going to be covered in disgusting mess in a minute,” she replied flirting with him. “Unfortunately, Amanda, you are going to get it and you are going to get it good.” “Charming,” she joked.
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To start off with a huge gunge tank was revealed. Above the seat, where the mess was stored was a gigantic pot of Danon Activia. The tank looked like one gigantic yoghurt pot. “Amanda, is going to experience Danon Activia in a whole new way today,” Mr. G. explained. When Amanda realized what was going to happen, she burst out in laughter. She pointed at the tank and laughed. She was lead over to it. The plastic door was opened and she was let inside. She took her seat and the door was closed behind her. She repositioned her dress and sat in the centre of the tank. “Ok, Martine,” Mr. G. said, “Take it away.” “Well, today’s show is brought to you by Danon Activia. It is England’s number one yoghurt brand for a reason, as Amanda is about to find out. It is everyone out there who needs some TLC. Tummy loving care. That is exactly what Amanda her is going to get. TLC.” With that the song , Give me some loving, from the famous tv commercials began playing. Amanda erupted in laughter. “This is too funny,” she said. She clapped her hands. The audience clapped their hands and stomped their feet to the music. Martine danced her way over the plunger for the tank. “This tank is filled with tons of Danon Activia yoghurt and Amanda here is going to experience it in a very different way than anyone usually would. Should we give Amanda some TLC.” The crowd cheered its approval. Amanda’s eyes widened. She looked like a deer in headlights. She could not see when Martine was about to hit the plunger. She could not hear because of the music. Before Amanda could brace herself, oceans of thick light orange peach yogurt began to fall on her head. She grimaced as the gunge like yoghurt poured and poured down over her head. It covered her head and then fell down her face. She closed her eyes as her entire head was engulfed in the thick, smooth, cold, soft substance. It oozed down her shoulders and body, smearing everywhere. Her dress already saturated and dripping with mess. She took her index fingers and tried to clear some of the yoghurt from her eyes. She laughed as the tank was refilled with strawberry yoghurt. This time Amanda screamed at the top of her voice as Martine released the bright pink mess on her from above. This time it hit with force. It splattered everywhere, bouncing off the sides of the tank and in all directions. It was so heavy and hit with such force, that it nearly took Amanda’s dress with it. She had to struggle to keep it up. She wrapped one arm around her chest to try to keep it on her. She did not want the dress to come off, because she did not have anything on underneath it. She really had not chosen the right outfit to wear today. As the next waive of yoghurt hit her with all its force, she could no longer hold her grip and the weight and strength of the yoghurt pulled the dress off of her. In an instant, she realized that she was stark naked. She quickly pushed her knees together and placed her hands over her breasts and vagina, trying to salvage any modesty that she had left. Of course, the crowd was howling with laughter at what was happening to her.
When the yoghurt had stopped, Martine walked over to the tank and coerced Amanda out. She resisted that first, but then realized that she would have to come out sometime. She leaned over and tried to grab her dress. Martine was too quick and grabbed it herself. She held it in her hand, as the audience cheered. She then tossed the dress to the crowd. Amanda slowly walked from the tank. She carefully placed her hands over her private parts as she was instructed to walk over to a chair at the centre of the stage that had been set up for her. She walked slowly, leaving a trail of mess behind her. “Get a move on,” Martine said. She reached back and smacked Amanda on the backside. This made Amanda jump and involuntarily raise her arms, thus revealing to the world what she had tried to conceal. She also yelped loudly. She quickly covered up again and ran to the chair, taking her seat. She crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands.
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Martine now approached with lots of small pots of the yoghurt in her hands for Amanda. “I don’t even like yoghurt, to tell you the truth,” Amanda said,” I won’t be buying it again any time soon, I can tell you that,” she joked. “You would think that it smells good, but it doesn’t. It smells like curdled milk.” She turned up her nose and laughed. Martine began taking the little pots of yogurt and tipping them onto Amanda, as Amanda laughed and made face. The first few were blueberry yogurt. Martine took her hands and opened three cartons at once onto Amanda. Thick, dark purple mess poured down on her, matting her face in yoghurt. Amanda had tons of fake tan on anyway, but at this moment, she never looked more red in her life. Martine then grabbed some pots of prune yoghurt. “This will keep you regular, ” she said. She laughed and began to pour the cups of yoghurt brimming with prunes over Amanda. “Prunes! This can’t be happening!,” she laughed. Martine poured one straight down her nose and the front of her face. She poured another down her neck and shoulders and another across her mouth. It felt like suntan lotion on her, but much smellier and more gross. She wrapped her arms around her body as Martine emptied more yoghurt over her.
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When Martine was done she said,” As you can see, Danon Activia is intensely creamy and delicious. Give yourself some TLC. We gave Amanda here a heaping dose of TLC. She couldn’t have enjoyed it more.” Amanda was ringing yoghurt from her hair. She rolled her eyes. “I’m on tv. I’m naked and I’m covered in yoghurt. Yes things are just marvellous for me today. I love yoghurt, especially when it is smeared all over my naked body. It’s just great.” “Do you want to say hi to your friends at Britain’s got talent?,” Martine asked. “Shut up,” Amanda said,” They will be loving every minute of this once they see it.”
Mr. G. thanked Amanda and said goodbye. The show ended with a shot of a filthy Amanda trying to make her way backstage without revealing any of her modesty and trying not to slip over in the yogurt.
Mr. G. entered the set to a round of applause on another episode of Let Her Have It. Today was a special show sponsored bt Danon Activia. Danon Activia is a brand of yogurts. Today they were going to play a special role in the show. Mr. G. announced this and then introduced the two ladies who were up for the vote this week. He welcomed Amanda Holden and Martine McCutcheon to the show. They entered from opposite sides of the stage. Amanda looked amazing. She wore a dark blue dress that was cut off at one shoulder. Martine looking equally as good wearing a dark purple dress. Amanda laughed and waived to the audience as she entered. Martine gave a polite smile. “I have a feeling that we are overdressed,” Amanda joked. Mr. G. welcomed his guests to the show. “So Martine, we all know why you ladies are here. What are your thoughts on this evening?,” he asked. “I am very, very nervous. I don’t particularly want to have the whole country laughing at me. I know the loser is in for quite a gross evening as well, and I pray that it is not going to be me,” She replied. “And Amanda , how about you?,” he asked. “I am actually, not that familiar with the show. I do know that if I lose this vote I am in big trouble. Losing is just not an option I don’t think. Believe me, I do not want to lose tonight,” She joked. “Well, that is not up to you, or us for that matter,” Mr. G. said, “It is our viewers who voted and one of you will lose. There is an equally good chance that either of you could win or lose. We will find out after the break.” The ad break went ahead with an advert for Danon Activia.
The show returned from break. “Ok, everyone,” Mr. G. said,” We will not beat around the bush today. Someone is going to get it and get it good. So we will go straight to our results now. If that is ok with everyone.” The crowd cheered its approval. Martine looked really nervous. Amanda gave a nervous laugh. She bit her lip. The lights were turned down and the tension began to build in the studio. “So, here we go,” Mr. G. said,” Good luck ladies. You are going to need it. So, Amanda Holden vs. Martine McCutcheon. You have both been on the television for a long time, but you have never been on a show like this one. One of you is going to be receiving the punishment, but who will it be. Ok, everyone we are ready now. This is going to get very embarrassing for one of you very soon. Amanda Holden, Martine McCutcheon. Who will it be?” Martine stared at the floor, her hands together, almost praying. Amanda looked around in all directions. She was sweating. She closed her eyes as Mr. G. read. “ Our loser. The person who received the most votes. The person getting messy tonight is…. Amanda Holden.” Martine breathed a huge sigh of relief. The audience cheered loudly. Amanda’s eyes darted everywhere in a panic. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she said. She pointed to herself, as if to say, “Me?” She bit her lip in anger and frustration. She did not want to lose this vote. She did not even know why she had agreed to this, but she could not back out now. She was going to be paying the consequences. “So, congratulations are in order for Martine. You have won and have escaped the mess. Well done.” “I’m so relieved,” she blurted out. “Sorry Amanda, but better you than me.” “And Amanda, well, you lost the vote and now you will have to pay the price.” ”Indeed, it appears that I will. Is there any way out of this,” she joked,” I can make it worth your while.” “As tempting as that sounds Amanda. I am afraid that there is no escape. But if you still want to talk after the show, you can meet me backstage.” “Well, the offer is off now, I’m going to be covered in disgusting mess in a minute,” she replied flirting with him. “Unfortunately, Amanda, you are going to get it and you are going to get it good.” “Charming,” she joked.
To start off with a huge gunge tank was revealed. Above the seat, where the mess was stored was a gigantic pot of Danon Activia. The tank looked like one gigantic yoghurt pot. “Amanda, is going to experience Danon Activia in a whole new way today,” Mr. G. explained. When Amanda realized what was going to happen, she burst out in laughter. She pointed at the tank and laughed. She was lead over to it. The plastic door was opened and she was let inside. She took her seat and the door was closed behind her. She repositioned her dress and sat in the centre of the tank. “Ok, Martine,” Mr. G. said, “Take it away.” “Well, today’s show is brought to you by Danon Activia. It is England’s number one yoghurt brand for a reason, as Amanda is about to find out. It is everyone out there who needs some TLC. Tummy loving care. That is exactly what Amanda her is going to get. TLC.” With that the song , Give me some loving, from the famous tv commercials began playing. Amanda erupted in laughter. “This is too funny,” she said. She clapped her hands. The audience clapped their hands and stomped their feet to the music. Martine danced her way over the plunger for the tank. “This tank is filled with tons of Danon Activia yoghurt and Amanda here is going to experience it in a very different way than anyone usually would. Should we give Amanda some TLC.” The crowd cheered its approval. Amanda’s eyes widened. She looked like a deer in headlights. She could not see when Martine was about to hit the plunger. She could not hear because of the music. Before Amanda could brace herself, oceans of thick light orange peach yogurt began to fall on her head. She grimaced as the gunge like yoghurt poured and poured down over her head. It covered her head and then fell down her face. She closed her eyes as her entire head was engulfed in the thick, smooth, cold, soft substance. It oozed down her shoulders and body, smearing everywhere. Her dress already saturated and dripping with mess. She took her index fingers and tried to clear some of the yoghurt from her eyes. She laughed as the tank was refilled with strawberry yoghurt. This time Amanda screamed at the top of her voice as Martine released the bright pink mess on her from above. This time it hit with force. It splattered everywhere, bouncing off the sides of the tank and in all directions. It was so heavy and hit with such force, that it nearly took Amanda’s dress with it. She had to struggle to keep it up. She wrapped one arm around her chest to try to keep it on her. She did not want the dress to come off, because she did not have anything on underneath it. She really had not chosen the right outfit to wear today. As the next waive of yoghurt hit her with all its force, she could no longer hold her grip and the weight and strength of the yoghurt pulled the dress off of her. In an instant, she realized that she was stark naked. She quickly pushed her knees together and placed her hands over her breasts and vagina, trying to salvage any modesty that she had left. Of course, the crowd was howling with laughter at what was happening to her.
When the yoghurt had stopped, Martine walked over to the tank and coerced Amanda out. She resisted that first, but then realized that she would have to come out sometime. She leaned over and tried to grab her dress. Martine was too quick and grabbed it herself. She held it in her hand, as the audience cheered. She then tossed the dress to the crowd. Amanda slowly walked from the tank. She carefully placed her hands over her private parts as she was instructed to walk over to a chair at the centre of the stage that had been set up for her. She walked slowly, leaving a trail of mess behind her. “Get a move on,” Martine said. She reached back and smacked Amanda on the backside. This made Amanda jump and involuntarily raise her arms, thus revealing to the world what she had tried to conceal. She also yelped loudly. She quickly covered up again and ran to the chair, taking her seat. She crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands.
Martine now approached with lots of small pots of the yoghurt in her hands for Amanda. “I don’t even like yoghurt, to tell you the truth,” Amanda said,” I won’t be buying it again any time soon, I can tell you that,” she joked. “You would think that it smells good, but it doesn’t. It smells like curdled milk.” She turned up her nose and laughed. Martine began taking the little pots of yogurt and tipping them onto Amanda, as Amanda laughed and made face. The first few were blueberry yogurt. Martine took her hands and opened three cartons at once onto Amanda. Thick, dark purple mess poured down on her, matting her face in yoghurt. Amanda had tons of fake tan on anyway, but at this moment, she never looked more red in her life. Martine then grabbed some pots of prune yoghurt. “This will keep you regular, ” she said. She laughed and began to pour the cups of yoghurt brimming with prunes over Amanda. “Prunes! This can’t be happening!,” she laughed. Martine poured one straight down her nose and the front of her face. She poured another down her neck and shoulders and another across her mouth. It felt like suntan lotion on her, but much smellier and more gross. She wrapped her arms around her body as Martine emptied more yoghurt over her.
When Martine was done she said,” As you can see, Danon Activia is intensely creamy and delicious. Give yourself some TLC. We gave Amanda here a heaping dose of TLC. She couldn’t have enjoyed it more.” Amanda was ringing yoghurt from her hair. She rolled her eyes. “I’m on tv. I’m naked and I’m covered in yoghurt. Yes things are just marvellous for me today. I love yoghurt, especially when it is smeared all over my naked body. It’s just great.” “Do you want to say hi to your friends at Britain’s got talent?,” Martine asked. “Shut up,” Amanda said,” They will be loving every minute of this once they see it.”
Mr. G. thanked Amanda and said goodbye. The show ended with a shot of a filthy Amanda trying to make her way backstage without revealing any of her modesty and trying not to slip over in the yogurt.
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Emma Rigby makes good use of leftovers
Emma Rigby makes good use of leftovers
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Emma Rigby had spent years playing Hannah Ashworth on Hollyoaks. One of the major storylines that she was involved in revolved around her character having an eating disorder. She played this part admirably and won critical acclaim for her acting. She had done a great deal of charity work for the cause. When she was contacted to take part in a fundraiser to help real life sufferers of eating disorders, she agreed straight away. One of the themes of the evening was to not waste food. One of the main attractions of the evening was going to be the use of quite a large amount of already spoiled food. The organisers were going to show everyone a good use of leftover and spoilt food. Usually, it would just go in the garbage, but tonight it was going to go on Emma Rigby. Although, initially, Emma wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect about getting covered in slop, she could not back out, as it was for charity. She hoped that not too many people would see or hear about this, but it was for charity and she knew that this night would raise thousands of pounds to help the cause. At the end of the day, she was willing to go through some humiliation to help others. To advertise the event, Emma took part in a short commercial. In the commercial, Emma uttered the immortal words,” Dinner will be on me. Literally.” She didn’t really know what to expect from the evening other than the fact that it was going to involve a great deal of spoiled, gone off and rotten food being poured over her head. “What am I getting myself into,” Emma thought to herself.
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Emma decided to wear a pair of tight fitting, dark blue jeans, a light purple top and a beige fake leather jacket. She looked amazing, as usual. Her tight clothing, hugging her body and showing off her figure. The event was going to be taking place in a small outdoor arena that was set up with a small staging area and chairs for the audience. Emma of course was going to be the guest of honour. She went to the site and met up with the organisers backstage. “We are so grateful to you Emma for taking part. Having a real celebrity here is a big deal for us.” “My pleasure,” Emma replied. “You are also a very good sport for allowing yourself to get covered in all of that leftover food,” the woman said. Emma blushed,” Well, what can I say, it’s for a good cause. It might be fun. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. I‘m just going to have hundreds of people laughing at me while I get tons of rotten food poured over my head,” she laughed. “I won’t kid you, it is going to be super sloppy for you.” She smiled politely. As the afternoon wore on Emma became more and nervous. She could feel herself sweating and becoming anxious. She became hotter and hotter and paced back stage.
The moment then arrived. The woman who organized the event got up on the microphone. “Hi everyone, as we all know, we have a special guest tonight. This young lady has done so much good work for our cause. Her work on Hollyoaks has helped to shed light on the subject and has given hundreds the courage to seek help themselves. To top all that off, she has unselfishly agreed tonight to take part in our event and will be getting messy for us. Please welcome Hollyoaks’ Hannah, Emma Rigby.” The crowd gave her a thunderous round of applause as she entered. She smiled and waived. “Welcome, Emma,” the woman said. “Thanks for having me. It is my pleasure to be here tonight for such a worthy cause.” “And, you will be getting covered in slop very soon as well,” the woman said. “Yeah, well, it is a small gesture and if one moment of embarrassment for me means helping others, then I am willing to do it. Is it really going to be that sloppy,” Emma teased. The crowd screamed yeah. She started laughing. “Ok,” the woman said,” The idea behind what is going to happen is that, we throw away loads of food every day. Food goes to waste and has to be thrown out. However, today we will be using some food that has spoiled and would have ended up in the dump, but we are going to put it to good use. Pouring it over Emma’s head here.” “That’s the lesson, don’t waste food, pour it over my head,” Emma joked, “It looks like dinner is on me this evening.” Emma was shown to her seat. “Make yourself comfortable,” the woman said. Emma sat down while the food was prepared. Selected members of the public, many of which were individuals who had been helped by the charity lined up to get the chance to pour food onto Emma. She gave a cautious smile as she watched them line up. People had come out especially to gunge her. They had paid £5 a each to get the right to do this to her. All of the money would be going to the charity. All of the food had been donated by grocery stores and restaurants. It was all food that was past it’s sell by date and was going to be thrown out anyway. Of course, this was going to make the food in question even more disgusting than it would usually be.
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Emma screwed up her face as if she was about to get hit with something, as she awaited what was about to happen to her. She looked over and laughed. She gave a fake disgusted look. Each person in the line was given a bucket or container. She had no idea what was about to come at her. She braced her self and tried to calm herself as the first person came forward. She craned her neck to see what they had to no avail, so just decided to look forward. The first person who stepped forward was a thin young woman, about Emma’s age. She had worked her way to the front of the line because she wanted to be the first to let Emma have it. She stepped forward. “OK,” the presenter said,” It is now time for what we have all been waiting for, Emma Rigby, Hannah from Hollyoaks, you are about to be served. Ok, let her have it.” The girl approached Emma with a baking tray. Emma made a funny face and begged her off laughing and saying, no, please. The girl smirked as she approached. She picked the tray up in front of Emma and then thrust it towards her. The tray contained inches deep eggplant parmesan. The girl thrust the tray at Emma. The contents spilled onto her face and body. Thick chunks of black and purple eggplant, swimming in sauce and cheese. The contents were thick and gloppy. They poured straight onto Emma’s face. She blushed and laughed as the girl withdrew. Lumps of the collected mess stuck to her forehead, hair and face. Lumps stuck to her body in the disgusting sauce that encased the eggplant. Emma moved her mouth around, making a disgusted face. She could not believe that a stranger had just dumped eggplant parmesan over her head. She tried to brush some of it off of her jacket and laughed. Of course, when the eggplant hit Emma, the gathered audience erupted in laughter. She blushed bright red.
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The next person in the line was a young man, about Emma’s age. He had always fancied Emma and had dreamt of getting the chance to do something like this to her. He was going to get the chance to live out the dream of many young men in the UK. He now held a bucket of rancid cole slaw in his hands and was standing behind the beautiful Emma Rigby. As she looked up, he started to pour. The layers of spoiled cole slaw hit Emma square in the face. It plopped over her nose, eyes and mouth, all over her gorgeous distinctive cheekbones and face. The smell alone caused her to jerk her head forward, sending some of the cole slaw flying. He continued to pour the spoiled creamy, cabbage filled slop over her head. He took his time pouring the cole slaw all over her body. It piled on her head. He poured some over her lap and thighs. Her face dripped in the rancid white slop. It was cold and stunk to high heaven. It soaked into her jeans and jacket. She felt ridiculous, the beautiful tv star sitting there dripping in spoiled cole slaw. She shuddered and wiggled about, moving her mouth around jokingly. She shook her head. The lad celebrated and laughed at her.
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The next person to come forward was a middle aged woman. Emma looked at her cross eyed. She could not believe that someone in their 40’s would be wanting to pour slop over someone in their 20’s like her. She thought to herself that she must be jealous. Then she thought, “Hey, if I was her, I would want to dump food on an actress like me. She is old enough to be my mother.” The slightly heavy woman brought her bucket forward. She teased Emma with it,” I am going to love doing this to you dear. You’ll love it, fruit salad, sweetie.” Emma pulled her nose back giving a disgusted look as if to say, ”Not me.” The woman lifted the bucket over Emma and started to pour the expired fruit salad in it’s syrup down onto Emma’s head. The liquid came out first. Emma jumped when it hit her neck, because it was so cold. Then bits of peach, pear, pineapple, grapes and cherries poured down over Emma. It was like a shower of fruit. Each individual bit of rotten fruit hit Emma and stuck to her. She ran down her body and onto the floor. Her shirt and jeans soaked in the sticky syrup. Cherries, grapes and other fruits stuck to her face and clothes.
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The next person to come through was a businessman looking man in a suit. He held in his hand a huge bucket that contained expired peach yoghurt. It would have looked delicious, if it had not been about two weeks past its sell by date. The bucket was heavy with soft orange yoghurt. He raised the bucket over Emma Rigby. She closed her eyes and braced herself as the yoghurt started to pour. She shrieked and squealed when it hit her. He poured it down the centre of her face. It covered her hair and fell down her nose and down her distinctive facial features. Emma sucked in her cheeks as she was gunged in the soft peach mess. He then moved the bucket down her body. He poured yoghurt up and down her jeans, over her chest, down her back and the back of her jeans. The peach yoghurt streaked and oozed on her clothes. She wiggled her nose around and sneezed as yogurt dripped from her hair and forehead. She just glared at him. He had really managed to get her good. She could not imagine what else they could possibly have in store for her next.
The next person to come forward was an old man. He smirked as he came forward. Again, Emma could not believe that someone his age was going to be pouring messy food on her. How embarrassing. Things became even more embarrassing when he revealed what was in the buckets that he was carrying. It was filled with rotten fish guts. Of course, he was going to have no issue with pouring rotten fish over the attractive young woman who sat before him. “Fish guts,” Emma exclaimed, “Couldn’t you have picked something nice to pour over me. I don’t even really like fish all that much at the best of times.” She laughed. The old man perked up his eyebrows as he approached her. He carefully lifted the heavy bucket. It topped a bit as he raised it. This sent the brine water that the fish was in down Emma’s back. The smell was revolting. It filled the whole room. She screwed her face up, giving a pained expresses ion as he began to pour. In a second the contents of the buckets started to slide out and onto her. Her head rushed forward and she gagged when the fish hit her on the head. It poured down her face. It appeared that the fish was encased in some sort of mayo or sauce. Bits of spoiled fish slithered down her face and body. She gagged and coughed. Bits of fish collected in her shirt, under her arms and in her lap. In a second she had bits of rotten fish stuck all over her body. She turned her nose up at the stink of the rotten fish. Bits of fish stuck all over her face. A large clump stuck to the tip of her nose for a second and then fell to the floor.
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The last person in the line now came forward. It was another young man, about 18 in age. He held in his hands a gigantic squeeze bottle of tartar sauce. Emma held her breath and closed her eyes as he approached. He held to bottle straight on the top of Emma’s head. He started to squeeze. The tartar sauce poured in a thick line down the middle of her head. He brought it back and then forward, squeezing some down the length of her nose. Some fell from her nose, dripping downwards. The bottle gave him complete control over the tartar sauce. He could direct it exactly where he wanted it to go. He squeezed some over the sides of her face and across her chin, over he cheeks. He then squeezed some over her jacket on each side and on her back. He then poured some on her ankles and up her calves. He then directed some over her lap. He moved the bottle back and forth creating a huge pile of tartar sauce on her legs and jeans. She just shook her head in disbelief. Emma was now completely covered in discarded food. There was left over food stuck all over her body.
Just when she thought it was all over, the woman organizer of the event came forward. She announced that for a finale, everyone who did not get the chance to pour mess on Emma would be given a special “pie”. Everyone would get a chance to throw their pies at her at once. Emma would just have to sit there while the rest of the crowd threw a barrage of pies at her. The pies were special because they were filled with leftovers. Some had spaghetti in them covered in cream. Some had shepherd’s pie. Others had custard but also had bits meat in them. Still others had Chinese food, but were covered in whipped cream on the top. Emma looked up to find about two dozen people standing about three yards from her holding the special pies in their hands. Behind them were others holding rotten fruit and vegetables. “Ok, everyone, we will count down. On the count of three let her have it.” Emma waived her hands and bent her knees begging . The woman counted down,” Three…two…one.” She closed her eyes. In a second the pies and produce came hurling at Emma from all directions, hitting her all over her body and exploding on impact. Spaghetti, custard, whipped, cream, meat and mashed potato among other substances hit her with a thud, covering her in a barrage of various left over food. Rotten tomatoes, lettuce and other fruits and vegetables were also hurled at her. She could only laugh and move her hands and body around to try to shield herself as best as she could. When it was all over, her clothes and body were covered an inch deep in food. She wiggled in her seat and laughed uncontrollably.
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The organizer came to her and asked her for anything she would like to say. “Well, I don’t think that could have been any messier. Thanks to everyone for coming. I don’t know what to say.” She moved her hands along her arms and legs, trying to scrape some of the collected mess from her clothes. She giggled and laughed as she wallowed in the mess. “ I suppose that it is a good way to get rid of unwanted leftovers. I hope everyone had fun.”
Emma Rigby had spent years playing Hannah Ashworth on Hollyoaks. One of the major storylines that she was involved in revolved around her character having an eating disorder. She played this part admirably and won critical acclaim for her acting. She had done a great deal of charity work for the cause. When she was contacted to take part in a fundraiser to help real life sufferers of eating disorders, she agreed straight away. One of the themes of the evening was to not waste food. One of the main attractions of the evening was going to be the use of quite a large amount of already spoiled food. The organisers were going to show everyone a good use of leftover and spoilt food. Usually, it would just go in the garbage, but tonight it was going to go on Emma Rigby. Although, initially, Emma wasn’t exactly thrilled about the prospect about getting covered in slop, she could not back out, as it was for charity. She hoped that not too many people would see or hear about this, but it was for charity and she knew that this night would raise thousands of pounds to help the cause. At the end of the day, she was willing to go through some humiliation to help others. To advertise the event, Emma took part in a short commercial. In the commercial, Emma uttered the immortal words,” Dinner will be on me. Literally.” She didn’t really know what to expect from the evening other than the fact that it was going to involve a great deal of spoiled, gone off and rotten food being poured over her head. “What am I getting myself into,” Emma thought to herself.
Emma decided to wear a pair of tight fitting, dark blue jeans, a light purple top and a beige fake leather jacket. She looked amazing, as usual. Her tight clothing, hugging her body and showing off her figure. The event was going to be taking place in a small outdoor arena that was set up with a small staging area and chairs for the audience. Emma of course was going to be the guest of honour. She went to the site and met up with the organisers backstage. “We are so grateful to you Emma for taking part. Having a real celebrity here is a big deal for us.” “My pleasure,” Emma replied. “You are also a very good sport for allowing yourself to get covered in all of that leftover food,” the woman said. Emma blushed,” Well, what can I say, it’s for a good cause. It might be fun. I’m sure it won’t be that bad. I‘m just going to have hundreds of people laughing at me while I get tons of rotten food poured over my head,” she laughed. “I won’t kid you, it is going to be super sloppy for you.” She smiled politely. As the afternoon wore on Emma became more and nervous. She could feel herself sweating and becoming anxious. She became hotter and hotter and paced back stage.
The moment then arrived. The woman who organized the event got up on the microphone. “Hi everyone, as we all know, we have a special guest tonight. This young lady has done so much good work for our cause. Her work on Hollyoaks has helped to shed light on the subject and has given hundreds the courage to seek help themselves. To top all that off, she has unselfishly agreed tonight to take part in our event and will be getting messy for us. Please welcome Hollyoaks’ Hannah, Emma Rigby.” The crowd gave her a thunderous round of applause as she entered. She smiled and waived. “Welcome, Emma,” the woman said. “Thanks for having me. It is my pleasure to be here tonight for such a worthy cause.” “And, you will be getting covered in slop very soon as well,” the woman said. “Yeah, well, it is a small gesture and if one moment of embarrassment for me means helping others, then I am willing to do it. Is it really going to be that sloppy,” Emma teased. The crowd screamed yeah. She started laughing. “Ok,” the woman said,” The idea behind what is going to happen is that, we throw away loads of food every day. Food goes to waste and has to be thrown out. However, today we will be using some food that has spoiled and would have ended up in the dump, but we are going to put it to good use. Pouring it over Emma’s head here.” “That’s the lesson, don’t waste food, pour it over my head,” Emma joked, “It looks like dinner is on me this evening.” Emma was shown to her seat. “Make yourself comfortable,” the woman said. Emma sat down while the food was prepared. Selected members of the public, many of which were individuals who had been helped by the charity lined up to get the chance to pour food onto Emma. She gave a cautious smile as she watched them line up. People had come out especially to gunge her. They had paid £5 a each to get the right to do this to her. All of the money would be going to the charity. All of the food had been donated by grocery stores and restaurants. It was all food that was past it’s sell by date and was going to be thrown out anyway. Of course, this was going to make the food in question even more disgusting than it would usually be.
Emma screwed up her face as if she was about to get hit with something, as she awaited what was about to happen to her. She looked over and laughed. She gave a fake disgusted look. Each person in the line was given a bucket or container. She had no idea what was about to come at her. She braced her self and tried to calm herself as the first person came forward. She craned her neck to see what they had to no avail, so just decided to look forward. The first person who stepped forward was a thin young woman, about Emma’s age. She had worked her way to the front of the line because she wanted to be the first to let Emma have it. She stepped forward. “OK,” the presenter said,” It is now time for what we have all been waiting for, Emma Rigby, Hannah from Hollyoaks, you are about to be served. Ok, let her have it.” The girl approached Emma with a baking tray. Emma made a funny face and begged her off laughing and saying, no, please. The girl smirked as she approached. She picked the tray up in front of Emma and then thrust it towards her. The tray contained inches deep eggplant parmesan. The girl thrust the tray at Emma. The contents spilled onto her face and body. Thick chunks of black and purple eggplant, swimming in sauce and cheese. The contents were thick and gloppy. They poured straight onto Emma’s face. She blushed and laughed as the girl withdrew. Lumps of the collected mess stuck to her forehead, hair and face. Lumps stuck to her body in the disgusting sauce that encased the eggplant. Emma moved her mouth around, making a disgusted face. She could not believe that a stranger had just dumped eggplant parmesan over her head. She tried to brush some of it off of her jacket and laughed. Of course, when the eggplant hit Emma, the gathered audience erupted in laughter. She blushed bright red.
The next person in the line was a young man, about Emma’s age. He had always fancied Emma and had dreamt of getting the chance to do something like this to her. He was going to get the chance to live out the dream of many young men in the UK. He now held a bucket of rancid cole slaw in his hands and was standing behind the beautiful Emma Rigby. As she looked up, he started to pour. The layers of spoiled cole slaw hit Emma square in the face. It plopped over her nose, eyes and mouth, all over her gorgeous distinctive cheekbones and face. The smell alone caused her to jerk her head forward, sending some of the cole slaw flying. He continued to pour the spoiled creamy, cabbage filled slop over her head. He took his time pouring the cole slaw all over her body. It piled on her head. He poured some over her lap and thighs. Her face dripped in the rancid white slop. It was cold and stunk to high heaven. It soaked into her jeans and jacket. She felt ridiculous, the beautiful tv star sitting there dripping in spoiled cole slaw. She shuddered and wiggled about, moving her mouth around jokingly. She shook her head. The lad celebrated and laughed at her.
The next person to come forward was a middle aged woman. Emma looked at her cross eyed. She could not believe that someone in their 40’s would be wanting to pour slop over someone in their 20’s like her. She thought to herself that she must be jealous. Then she thought, “Hey, if I was her, I would want to dump food on an actress like me. She is old enough to be my mother.” The slightly heavy woman brought her bucket forward. She teased Emma with it,” I am going to love doing this to you dear. You’ll love it, fruit salad, sweetie.” Emma pulled her nose back giving a disgusted look as if to say, ”Not me.” The woman lifted the bucket over Emma and started to pour the expired fruit salad in it’s syrup down onto Emma’s head. The liquid came out first. Emma jumped when it hit her neck, because it was so cold. Then bits of peach, pear, pineapple, grapes and cherries poured down over Emma. It was like a shower of fruit. Each individual bit of rotten fruit hit Emma and stuck to her. She ran down her body and onto the floor. Her shirt and jeans soaked in the sticky syrup. Cherries, grapes and other fruits stuck to her face and clothes.
The next person to come through was a businessman looking man in a suit. He held in his hand a huge bucket that contained expired peach yoghurt. It would have looked delicious, if it had not been about two weeks past its sell by date. The bucket was heavy with soft orange yoghurt. He raised the bucket over Emma Rigby. She closed her eyes and braced herself as the yoghurt started to pour. She shrieked and squealed when it hit her. He poured it down the centre of her face. It covered her hair and fell down her nose and down her distinctive facial features. Emma sucked in her cheeks as she was gunged in the soft peach mess. He then moved the bucket down her body. He poured yoghurt up and down her jeans, over her chest, down her back and the back of her jeans. The peach yoghurt streaked and oozed on her clothes. She wiggled her nose around and sneezed as yogurt dripped from her hair and forehead. She just glared at him. He had really managed to get her good. She could not imagine what else they could possibly have in store for her next.
The next person to come forward was an old man. He smirked as he came forward. Again, Emma could not believe that someone his age was going to be pouring messy food on her. How embarrassing. Things became even more embarrassing when he revealed what was in the buckets that he was carrying. It was filled with rotten fish guts. Of course, he was going to have no issue with pouring rotten fish over the attractive young woman who sat before him. “Fish guts,” Emma exclaimed, “Couldn’t you have picked something nice to pour over me. I don’t even really like fish all that much at the best of times.” She laughed. The old man perked up his eyebrows as he approached her. He carefully lifted the heavy bucket. It topped a bit as he raised it. This sent the brine water that the fish was in down Emma’s back. The smell was revolting. It filled the whole room. She screwed her face up, giving a pained expresses ion as he began to pour. In a second the contents of the buckets started to slide out and onto her. Her head rushed forward and she gagged when the fish hit her on the head. It poured down her face. It appeared that the fish was encased in some sort of mayo or sauce. Bits of spoiled fish slithered down her face and body. She gagged and coughed. Bits of fish collected in her shirt, under her arms and in her lap. In a second she had bits of rotten fish stuck all over her body. She turned her nose up at the stink of the rotten fish. Bits of fish stuck all over her face. A large clump stuck to the tip of her nose for a second and then fell to the floor.
The last person in the line now came forward. It was another young man, about 18 in age. He held in his hands a gigantic squeeze bottle of tartar sauce. Emma held her breath and closed her eyes as he approached. He held to bottle straight on the top of Emma’s head. He started to squeeze. The tartar sauce poured in a thick line down the middle of her head. He brought it back and then forward, squeezing some down the length of her nose. Some fell from her nose, dripping downwards. The bottle gave him complete control over the tartar sauce. He could direct it exactly where he wanted it to go. He squeezed some over the sides of her face and across her chin, over he cheeks. He then squeezed some over her jacket on each side and on her back. He then poured some on her ankles and up her calves. He then directed some over her lap. He moved the bottle back and forth creating a huge pile of tartar sauce on her legs and jeans. She just shook her head in disbelief. Emma was now completely covered in discarded food. There was left over food stuck all over her body.
Just when she thought it was all over, the woman organizer of the event came forward. She announced that for a finale, everyone who did not get the chance to pour mess on Emma would be given a special “pie”. Everyone would get a chance to throw their pies at her at once. Emma would just have to sit there while the rest of the crowd threw a barrage of pies at her. The pies were special because they were filled with leftovers. Some had spaghetti in them covered in cream. Some had shepherd’s pie. Others had custard but also had bits meat in them. Still others had Chinese food, but were covered in whipped cream on the top. Emma looked up to find about two dozen people standing about three yards from her holding the special pies in their hands. Behind them were others holding rotten fruit and vegetables. “Ok, everyone, we will count down. On the count of three let her have it.” Emma waived her hands and bent her knees begging . The woman counted down,” Three…two…one.” She closed her eyes. In a second the pies and produce came hurling at Emma from all directions, hitting her all over her body and exploding on impact. Spaghetti, custard, whipped, cream, meat and mashed potato among other substances hit her with a thud, covering her in a barrage of various left over food. Rotten tomatoes, lettuce and other fruits and vegetables were also hurled at her. She could only laugh and move her hands and body around to try to shield herself as best as she could. When it was all over, her clothes and body were covered an inch deep in food. She wiggled in her seat and laughed uncontrollably.
The organizer came to her and asked her for anything she would like to say. “Well, I don’t think that could have been any messier. Thanks to everyone for coming. I don’t know what to say.” She moved her hands along her arms and legs, trying to scrape some of the collected mess from her clothes. She giggled and laughed as she wallowed in the mess. “ I suppose that it is a good way to get rid of unwanted leftovers. I hope everyone had fun.”
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