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Home & Away, stories, cool site... oh, and I've been humiliated

Right, big update as promised...

Firstly, cheers to Pete from Splat! for this mighty fine pic [2 halves of 1 pic]. Hopefully the blond guy in the background will get a proper sliming in the near future! And the other guy that stayed clean... I mean, what's the point of having 3 hot guys and only sliming one?! Also make sure to pay Pete's site a visit, season 3 is on the way of the Splat! Show!


Next, [and although Andy beat me to it] check out the SUPERB stories over on Gunge Central. I'm loving the work of Feral Child, can't wait for more!

Also, I discovered GUNJEE earlier today. You have to pay if you want to see the vids, and mostly it's dunk tanks rather than actual gungings [although they seem to be on the increase] but I LOVE it. Basically a wet / messy student nightclub tour! Genius! Well worth an explore, and worth the subscription to see all the vids, I reckon, if only to see this hot guy getting a bucket of slime dumped on him, when he was only expecting a dunking in water...


Finally, back to Gunge Central and I've done my humiliation at long last. It was disgusting... here's a preview, I'll be sending the full set to Andy today so check out GC for the update.

Self-centred self-update & "What Happens Next" Story

Hey all,

First sorry to everyone [especially Dan] for not being around at all lately... I've been busier than a very busy bee with work, so I took the deliberate action of avoiding my email inbox since I knew it would be mega-full. I was right! I'm glad the situation with stories and not plagiarising them *appears* to be getting resolved. I'll add to what Dan has said and say that if you DO post stories from the blog elsewhere, then say where they are from! That's what we do here at the blog with pix from elsewhere, so kindly don't pass off work as your own, and say where you found it... spread the word!

Hopefully I should be less busy next week, and might get a chance to carry out my humiliation. I'll also try to dig out some new stuff from the net for ya all.

Here's a story I was sent a while back, the author has suggested that readers might like to give a rough outline for what happens next... just add a comment to this post [no need to register or give your name if you don't want to] and I guess the author can choose the best and continue the story as he wishes.... ENJOY!




Steve and Josh were the local school surfing champs, but were in serious need of some money to get themselves to the champs in Hawaii, and with the local school fair coming up, they came up with an idea, and after a few phone calls, this is what they came up with.......

It was 6am, and Josh had arrived at the school grounds, as the sun was begining to rise over the horizon, just as the truck turned up, holding the open-roofed gunge tank, that was hopefully going to make the pair alot of money today. As he went about setting it up, his and Steve's girlfriends had just arrived, with a car full of various supplies, from porridge to shaved ice, and milkshake syrup to gunge, the girls certainly didnt come under budget. By 6:30 their stall was set up and as Josh went to go get changed, the girls started writing the sign:

"Come and get revenge on a school hottie! A bucket of Ice $1, Bucket of Baked Beans $4, A Bucket of Porridge $7, A Bucket Milkshake Syrup $9, and a Bucket of Gunge $10, with over 300 different buckets to choose from, the revenge will be all yours!!!!"

Josh now began to reapear from the changing room wearing nothing but a pair of plain bule surf shorts, and all the girls from the other stalls began to whistle, something he didnt complain about, and loved every second of it.

As he went to go start unpacking the car (before the start at 7am) he saw Steve getting out of his car, already only wearing a pair of black shorts, something he wasnt expecting, as they agreed that he would be the one getting messy. "Couldnt let you have all the fun, mate!" Steve joked, and they both laughed and began to unpack the car together. Shortly before seven, they finished unpacking , and then made their way to the gunge tank, now, with all the other stall owners gazing over. As they got in, they found it was very cramped, and that there was no way they could not touch each other, so decided to go back to back to start off with, and then the girls locked them in, so that the tank could fill up over the course of the day, without spilling out. Just as the lock clicked, the airhorn blared, letting everyone know, the day had started. The girls decided (among their whispers to each other) that it would look better for the guys to start messy, so they went away together (much to the guys surprize) and brought out an extra large bucket, which had a bit of everything mixed in.

"Hey Guys, Heads Up!" And without even a moment to prepare themselves, the ice-cold (nipple erecting!) formula was poured over them, smothering the hairstyles that both guys started the day by workin on for a half-hour, then flowing down their chests and down to their bare feet, doing exactly what the girls had wanted it to do, starting the day off very messily indeed "Shi* thats cold!" Josh said "At least I cant feel your perspiration on my back anymore!" Steve replied................

Copyright warning

Dear visitors to the Gunge Blog,
I am sorry to announce that someone has been copying our stories. This IS an illegal act of Plagiarism. Please do not copy any stories posted on this site without asking either The Gunge Blog or the original author first. This IS copyright material, regardless if it has a (c) symbol or not. People like our authors work hard to give you exciting stories and by copying them, you take away their credit and control over who views the work. The site in question, Teen Gunge Zone, has been contacted for copying 2 of our gunge stories and we are still awaiting a reply.
So this is a warning. Plagiarism WILL NOT be tolerated and if we find you, which is likely cause we constantly visit every gunge and WAM site out the there, you will be asked to take it off.

Thank you for your cooperation.
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PS - Please take advantage of our Gunge Map and place yourself on the big globe of the gunge community.

Where are you?

Well, i thought it would be neat idea if all our visitors could put themselves onto a giant google map of the earth. That person could also include their email address so then other visitors who just so happen to be in the area could contact them. Just another way to get people together. its a visual way to see whos around you instead of mucking about member lists looking to see whos in canada or the UK, now u just have to look at points on a map and u know where exactly someone is.

the link is: http://www.mapservices.org/myguestmap/showguestmap.do?id=thegungeblog

Have fun, (now i can go try this out myself)
Dan

Gunge photo site

Hey everyone, sorry i havent been posting but its the week before final exams so ive been busy (i dont know where Robbie or anyone else is ... ohwell ) anyway ive been surfing and found this site full of gunge, mud, and wet photos. Check it out: http://home.hetnet.nl/~waterplay/English.html

oh and since that RSS Link didnt show up last time, here it is (hope it works this time)

http:// thegungeblog.blogspot.com /atom.xml (without spaces, this is just to keep it from being cleared off the post for some stupid reason.....)

2 New Stories

These stories were submitted by James. They're from the Markybal Archives (or so the subject says)

Gareth
Gareth wasn't happy, and for the 1000th time he wished he had kept his mouth shut. Will on the other hand had the biggest smile on his face, as he watched Gareth dressed only in a pair of black speedo's standing in a paddling poll hands tied above his head. "How many buckets did you say the winner could cover the losers in?" Will asked has he took his socks off and stepped into the pool. Gareth just mumbled behind the gag Will had gagged him with. Will picked up a bucket of custard pulled open the back of the speedos and tipped the contents inside. After the speedos had snapped back into place Will ran his hands over Gareth's bum spreading the custard around. Picking a bucket of beans and rice pudding up Will taunted Gareth with pouring it over his head before pouring it inside the front of the speedos. Again Will spent time spreading the messy around gareth's speedos but this time he did so with his hands inside. Wiping his hands on Gareth's chest, Will gave Gareth a evil grin before opening a tin of treacle as Will held the tin over Gareth's head, Gareth made some noise behind the gag and tried to move his head out the way, but to no avail as the thick dark treacle slowly came out of the tin and into his hair. After spending over 5 mins rubbing it into Gareth's hair Will decided that it was time to finish, and what away to finish, as thanks to his mates at the bbc he had 2 buckets of the gunge used on L+K. The first one was green which he slowly pour over Gareth's head making sure that every part of his body was covered. the 2nd one was full of yellow which was just thrown at Gareth.

Andy's Birthday
The other day it was andy vince's 18th birthday,and in our gang you get gunged on your birthday. infact andy said that he expected to get gunged on hisbirthday. So that's how one second he was sat in my front roomtalking to me and the next he was outside tied to thesoccer posts in the garden next door. Mike startedoff by pouring a bucket of flour and water paste overandy's head turning his jet black hair grey, then it wasmy turn i choose a bucket of oatmeal and tipped itdown andy's white umbro england shirt (my fav. pastimewrecking england kit, Scotland forever) andy mac, steve,ryan, ian and neil each took turns in pouring eitheroatmeal or flour paste over his head. then it was my turnagain this time i picked a bucket of custard, pulledhis dark blue shorts open and dumped the whole bucketinside .We let him free then and it turnedinto a free for all oatmeal and flour paste goingevery where.

Thanks for sending in the stories and everyone else is free to send in what ever they want to thegungeblog@googlemail.com

Dan

"Warehouse" story

Michael was not looking forward to today's photo shoot. It was his first night in a hotel, away from home, and even though he had been mentally preparing for months, he was still not ready for today. Crawling out of bed, the 16 year old took 1 look at the clock - it was 5:30am - got dressed in his casuals, and spent the last half-hour before the taxi arrived doing his hair (something he thought was his best feature). Michael was pretty much your average 16 year old, but had been thrown into modelling when he was 5, he had perfect skin, and for most girls at his school, was drop-dead gorgeous. All he had been told about today was that it was very high paying, he may get a bit messy, and he would be modelling 3 sets of clothes. When the taxi finally arrived, Michael apoligised for not knowing where to go, but the taxi driver said not to worry, since he knew EXACTLY where to go. About an hour later the taxi pulled up at a huge abandoned warehouse, and was told to go inside, where the photographers would be waiting for him.

The second that Micheal got inside, he wished he had stayed back in Sydney. The warehouse was filled with equipment, which looked like no expense had been spared, and from what he could see, there looked like 3 main area's. One with a huge mud pit, about 8m by 4m long, surrounded by camera's, one room which was closed in by glass, and was about the size of your average bedroom, with pipes that had holes in them filling the roof, and the final area looked quite empty, apart from a large tarpoleum and a wooden frame, with buckets attached to the top. When he met the photographers, he was told that there was another guy coming, and as soon as he arrived they would be starting. He was the given his schedule for the morning which was as follows:
8am - 9am: Michael would be in the mud pit, modeling a pair of beach shorts
9:30am - 10:30am: He would be in the "Gunge room" modelling overalls
11am - 12pm: He would be in the "drop area" modelling some of the latest summer trends

Before long, the other model arrived, and they began to get ready, each had a different schedule for the day. Michael was sent off to one of the changing rooms / shower area to change into the beach shorts, which were a very bright white in colour (something he knew was bound to change soon). He was completely comfortable with his body, and even liked showing off his highly toned muscles. Then it suddenly hit him, he didn't like getting messy, and came from the background where cleanliness was of the utmost importance, but decided to heed his parents advice and try everything once. As he was told to get into the pit, for a spit second, he thought twice, and then plunged his first foot into the mud, a sensation which was all new to him, and something he did not enjoy, but he carried on, and was now standing 20cm deep in this black squishy mud. Cameras began clicking from all directions as he put on a brave face, but was then told that they wanted him to start doing press-ups in the mud, and him now sliding barefoot on the mat underneath certainly helped him find his way to the ground, and before long, his athletic body was completely covered in a grainy mud which oozed between his toes and around his thinghs, leaving him feeling 10kgs heavier by the time the shoot was over. Making his way over to the showers he saw the other guy getting covered in various foods from cornflakes and milk, to porridge, to spaghetti with sausages. He was very glad he would do that last.

After spending 20 minutes in the shower finding and getting all the grains and dirt out of his hair, he put on the red overalls for the next shoot, and was surprised to see no shoes, and asked why and was told he would need all the grip on the floor he could get, and barefoot was the best way to do it (something afterwards he thought was very unlikely!) He then made his way over to the room, only to see that he would be doing this shoot with the other model who was 19 years old, and had that just-out-of-bed look and was wearing blue overalls, and was also barefoot.

When they asked what they should do, they were just told to talk and interact naturally (something very hard when you are having gunge poured over you.) When they got inside this pristine clear room (except for one wall which was green,used to project images onto post-production, they looked up to see over 100 pipes with tiny holes in all of them, every 5 or 6 cm along the pipe. Hearing the "And......Cue the gunge!" was the boys signal to start "interacting" as they called it, but for the first few minutes the boys couldn't stop laughing as they felt this unstoppable gunge cover them, which the could not escape at all, and they soon began to start sliding all around the room (first using the gunge to perform amazing skids to each other), but eventually realizing, that only staying still would cause them to fall to the floor slidding over the place, so they decided to have a "dance-off" to hone their skills to each other. After half an hour, the gunge was up to the tops of their ankles, and the boys could now pick it up and throw it at each other, all the while cameras snapping, red lights blinking, but the boys couldn't care less, they were having a great time playing in all this gunge! At 10:30 on the dot the gunge began to run out, with the boys up to their 30cm deep in the stuff, and the cameras began to die down, eventually stopping. Then, pipes below began to drain the gunge out, into a swimming pool-type tank outside. Eventually the boys were released and told to get ready for the final part.

Michael for this part, was wearing a Nike t-shirt, and jeans, and as always seemed to be barefoot (aparently the "look" for the season '06) he then made his way over to the drop area where cameras were all lined up for him, he was told to stand on the X on the floor, and that first he would be coated with 10 kilos of spaghetti (just how long will that take to drop he thought to himself) and was given a countdown from 3, and as soon as the spaghetti hit him it felt like thousands of worms crawling down his t-shirts, through his fingers, and across his bare feet. After 2-3 minutes it stopped, and was told as they were running out of time, they would only use poridge to finish the effect off. They gave him the same countdown from 3 and, slightly miscued, the porridge began to fall, surprising everyone, but the cameras immediately began to snap (photographers reflexes we call them in the modelling world!) And fall it did, covering him with a similar texture to the mud, and he was really begining to enjoy getting messy. But the porridge lasted a much shorter period of time, and was told to go change, and thanks for all the help for the day. But, just as he was changing there was a knock at the door, asking him if he wouldn't mind doing one final shoot wearing some speedoes in the gunge pool they now had, and was told it would only be quick... Before Michael could answer, a pair of blue speedoes where thrown over the top of the changing room, and was told to be ready in 2.

As Michael came out of the changing room, feeling quite nude, he saw the other model was already waiting for him at the pool edge. They were told that all they had to do was jump in swim around a bit, do a couple of dives in and then they could go with a thousands dollars in their pockets. Michael, who loved swimming, waited for his cue and then dived in doing one of his best swimming performances ever, splashing around, having a great time and within half an hour, he was back in his taxi, and heading back to the hotel, hoping to have another experience like this again (not that he would ever tell his mum that!)

Cool new gunge story from a new author to the blog

Chris knew he was hot, and thought he could get any girl he wanted, especially with him being on the school rugby team, swim team, and the best player by far in almost any sport in his opinion and already knew he was a sure winner for the prize of best sportsman of '05. But there was one thing he didnt know, the rest of the school thought he was the most VAIN sportsman of the year. So, on the last day of term (the day of prizegiving), he decided to wear a bright yellow sleeveless shirt, and his favourite pair of rugby shorts, along with a pair of nike trainers, just to show off his body. When he got to school everything looked normal as he went into the school hall and took his seat. After a couple of hours in hot, humid Aussie temperatures, he finally heard the award he thought he was destined for, he took a deep breath "and the winner is" and just he began to get up, he realised it wasn't his name being called out at all, and quickly slid back into his seat, hoping that no-one had noticed. Just over a minute later, after HIS prize had been given out, he then heard the speaker say something: "But dont think we left you out Chris, we have something very special lined up for you, why dont you come up?" Chris immediately jumped to his feet and began to strut towards the stage, feeling very proud of himself. "Now Chris," the speaker said "we hear you are a bit of a ladies man?" Chris nodded. "Well, we thought that in that case you wouldn't mind a little surprise, are you up for it?" Chris agreed. "Well then, Chris why don't you take your shoes and socks off and follow me outside?"
This was when Chris began to get a bit nervous, the one thing that he absolutely hated was getting messy - infact, he often would call in sick if he was supposed to play rugby in muddy conditions.
But, not wanting to look like a wimp he went outside and soon wished he hadn't agreed. At first he saw two things, a large gunge tank, which looked like it could hold an awful lot amount of gunge, and a paddling pool (all this was set up on a grass field). "Now Chris," the speaker said, "we have asked 10 of your most recent dates to come along and ask you one question each, and for each question you get wrong your will get one bucket of something poured over you. I'll give you once chance to take your decision back, but then, there's no going back". Chris was now not looking so confident, but he decided he had better, and hey, it could be good for his image right? He then agreed to stay on and not take it back. "Well then Chris, your first decision is whether you want to take on the gunge tank, or the paddling pool first?" He decided to get the worst over first and went for the gunge tank. "Well then hop on in and lets get started with our first round of 5 ladies."
Chris slowly made his way over to the tank, in no hurry to get messy, he got in and took his place on the stool, placing his bare feet on the bars below hoping he wouldnt get his feet messy. "Ok first question................. oops wrong" Chris cringed, "ok, ready, 3,2,1 Gunge Him!!!!!" and with that his perfectly done hair was smothered by bright green gunge, his shirt got a nice, thick coating, even his shorts were coated, he tried to stand up as a reflex to get the gunge off, but only slipped and fell back covering himself even more. "How does it feel in there?" the speaker said "Actually, its kind of refreshing, in this heat" Chris replied, being careful not to let everyone know he was hating this experience. "Well then, if you want to sit back down on the stool, we shall carry on" the speaker said, noticing Chris wasn't enjoying his experience. "Oh, right" Chris said, and sat down, squishing the gunge in every imaginable place, as the 4 other questions were asked, he managed to save himself from another coating twice got coated once, and he was on to the last question, "Ok, now Chris, here's a chance to redeem yourself, your current girfreind will now ask you a question, answer right, and you are free to go, answer wrong, and you will get a triple gunging and move on to the next round. "Bring it on" Chris replied, gathering any sence of courage he still had left. "Ok, you heard him bring it on!!" his girfriend asked the question, which he got wrong, but suddenly remembered the correct answer and blurted it out, just as, everyone began to chant "Gunge Him!! Gunge Him!! Gunge Him!!", and so, the chain was pulled, giving him an entire minute of non-stop gunging, and by the time it was over, the gunge was up to the top of his ankes, and his feet were now a very coulerfull blue, green, red, and silver, as was the rest of his body. "Well," the speaker said, "I guess somebody is moving to the next round, but, seeing as you did get the last question right...eventualy, we have a treat, you get to choose someone to endure this with you!" "Finally!", Chris Shouted, "Mike get your butt over here!" Mike was also a 16-year old boy, who was his best friend on the rugby team, and also, quite vain. On this particular day he was wearing a grey quicksilver t-shirt, blue, surf shorts, and a pair of sneakers.
As he came out from the crowd, Chris (who was still in the gunge tank) saw Mike mutter the words "I hate you to him", to which he smiled, "Well Mike, its time for you too, to become barefoot, and take the first seat in the paddling pool." Mike gave a very ungrateful smile took his shoes and socks off and went and sat on one of the chairs in the paddling pool. "Well, Chris, come over and join him." Now they were both sitting side-by-side in the paddling pool giving each other nudges. Now, for the next round the much each choose a number between one and ten (because having 5 more questions for Chris would mean Mike would stay as clean as a bell!) and 5 of those numbers would correspond to a messy bucket:

1: Gunge
2: Empty
3: Empty
4: Porridge
5: Empty
6: Egg Yolks
7: Baked Beans
9: Empty
10: Chocolate Sauce

For the first round Chris chose No 6 and Mike chose No 4
"Well, then guys, lets see what you have for your first course,"
Two of Chris' girfriends picked up a 10 litre bucket each and were given a 3 second countdown.....3 (Mike + Chris looked at each other) 2, 1 Gunge them!!!!!!! and at that moment Chris began to get egg yolks slowly poured on top of him and gave a shudder as it mixed with the gunge. And Mike, his first messy encounter was actually enjoying it (something Chris despised) He loved the creamy texture sliding everywhere around his body and squishing it between his toes. Suddenly the school bell rang, not that anyone noticed (except Chris, who now had a new love for the school bell) "Well everyone, it looks like we ran out of time, so lets do something special, girls pour all the mixtures together and divide them among the containers!" The new colour of the substance can only be described as a muddy brown, with lots of tiny beans in it... even Mike didnt like the look of this. "Well it looks like we are ready, can I have a countdown from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 GUNGE THEM!" and the brownish colour began to fall on them slowly, as everyone else enjoyed watching these two cringe, they wanted to savour it, the boys were eventually covered by this brownish colour from their hair to their bare feet and then, two girls from behind them, pulled out the seats from under them, sending them splatting into all the gunge, and other stuffs below "Well guys, lets leave these guys to it, school dismissed for 2005!"

Mike and Chris stayed for about an hour throwing this stuff at each other (with still quite a large audience) with other people joining in in getting these guys messy, and eventually, the whole rugby team, were shirtless and barefoot and covered in various gunges.

Some new finds

Thanks to regular Blog-hunter [as I shall now term our lovely readers who send us stuff we haven't seen] John for this little lot.

Firstly, a video from a youth club of some youth workers playing messy games, getting squirted with water pistols and getting gunged [watch out for the hot guy with his top off in the background during the gunging sequence] - click here and go to bottom of the page.

Next up, not strictly "gunge" but like me I'm sure many readers like seeing dunk tanks... Here's one compilation [needs Windows Media Player] from this website, and another video from the top of this webpage. The quality of the second one is a bit ropey to say the least!

Finally, take a look at this charity event gunging.

RSS Feeds & How to Join us...

well i sorta found it a bit odd, but i realized that visitors cant actually JOIN the blog unless an admin adds them to the members list... eep. so yeah, if you want to join and be able to post entries for stories or expriences, email us at thegungeblog@googlemail.com with your Blogger username and we can add you. If you would just like to submit one or a few stories, just email those to us with your name and we can post them for you. I dont know if Rob has noticed this or has some work around already, but i just srota noticed that no one has joined and contributed...
anyway so thats bascially it, i finaly got to talk to Rob in person over msn... well its better than email :P and we had a very nice chat, till he had to leave. so im off, going back home today so gotta pack and hopefully ill be able to update more often then. Happy Gunging!

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"Freddie Feels Foolish" - another original story

Freddie had just arrived home after a day's work. He was 20 and had just got a modelling job. He was very excited about it but he was tired. Long hours getting in and out of clothes and posing for the new summer catalogue were taking their toll. He just went upstairs, shut the door and slept.

The day after his 16-year-old brother Mark asked him for a favour - their school were having a comic relief thing and he wondered whether he'd be interested.
Freddie thought it would be some modelling thing and so he accepted. Freddie went to the school with Mark the day after... just as he went in he saw the sign which announced a gunging for students to get their own back on their siblings/parents. Freddie was sure that there must have been another event going on. He was hoping it wouldn't be a gunging.

He had once avoided getting gunged at his birthday party and he didn't want to get gunged now. Then his brother came and dragged him into gym. Just as he went into the gym he saw what he dreaded - a gunge tank.

Mark told Freddie that during the past few months he was being a pain and that he deserved a gunging for ignoring everyone. Freddie didn't know what to say. He felt like killing his younger brother but would look so bad in front of those people if he had to bail out now. Then again if he did stay he'd be humiliated with the gunging. Before he could make a decision he was lead to the gunge tank and told to remove his shoes and socks. No going back now.

He slowly removed his shoes and socks and pulled his trousers up so as not to drag on the floor. He went in the gunge tank and looked up to see a huge amount of green slime poised above him ready to be unleashed on him. He started moving uneasily around the tank - but there wasn't anywhere to move in. He was almost sealed in so he couldn't look out and avoid it. He could hear the others talk but all he cared about was leaving the gunge tank clean. However there wasn't a chance in hell that would happen.

All of a sudden the whole hall roared, whilst he was almost trembling...

"Five, four, three, two, one...."

And then Mark pulled the plug. At first nothing happened, much to Mark's dismay and Freddie's joy.

Mark wondered what was going wrong but just as he was about to open the door to check the gunge started dripping onto Freddie. Mark had just avoided a terrible gunging.

The gunge started slowly dripping on Freddie, and then all of a sudden a steady thick stream of gunge began falling covering him from top to toe. His slightly spiky hair
was flattened and the gunge kept on flowing... down his back, ruining his t-shirt, onto his lap... He tried wiping some of it off but it kept on coming until it finally stopped. When it did stop everyone cheered. He waved from the tank and smiled. He moved his feet about in the gunge below. He was then released and he looked at his brother and gave him a nasty look. He was covered in dark green gloop and was very angry at his little bro.

It took him about an hour to get cleaned up again.


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A few minutes later his younger brother Mark received a text "If u think you're getting away with it, think again!"

Splat! Season 3 is go

Good news, everyone! Season 3 of the Splat! Show looks like it's heading into pre-production [*sigh* season 1 seems so long ago now... those were the days, eh?!] and website visitors get to choose 3 models that they'd like to see on a show. I voted for David, Michael and Steve, let us know who you vote for and why! Even more excitingly, it looks like 3 models are already booked for a sliming [including Ricardo, who almost appeared with me on season 1, but it never quite happenned, sadly]... I say "looks like" as from experience you can never 100% guarantee that models will see it through to appear on the show, but fingers-crossed it all goes to plan. The three guys booked so far...

Dean


Joe


Ricardo

Oh... and there's a boyband heading for some messy Splat! treatment too...

Remember to keep the stories coming in, and let us know what you think of the ones published so far!

Another (epic) story - "Fright Night"

McCrusties, popular student union nightclub somewhere on the South Coast of England.

Adam could not believe that he had been set-up like this. It was Halloween, and he'd just discovered his best "mates" Lucy and Ginny - AKA the "fag-hags from hell" had nominated him to play "Fright Night" on stage. He had no idea what this was about, but it suddenly clicked in his mind that this had been planned a while. He should have travelled back to his parents house in London tonight, as he had a modelling assignment the following day that he needed to look his best for, but the girls had persuaded him to stick around for the evening and travel home first thing in the morning. Now he understood why.

Naturally good-looking, but not realising it himself (at least at first), it had been Lucy and Ginny that had persuaded him to go into modelling in the first place. Adam stood 6ft tall, with piercing blue eyes that always seemed full of excitement. At the request of his modelling agency, he'd grown his hair a little longer than he was used to, but he really liked his new style - dark, messy and scruffy with lots of texture on top and at the back, with the sexy "just out of bed" look. It was styled lovingly several times a day with the wax-stick he always kept in his pocket, along with a pocket mirror! He was cute enough to attract lots of work, and this meant he could support his university studies with more cash than most students can only dream of. Adam could now afford to dress well, which was great since he was a big fan of clothes and fashion (and was studying fashion at university). Tonight he was wearing a dark blue Hugo Boss shirt, unbuttoned half-way down to show off his chest, a pair of denim Armani jeans, and his best pair of white Nike trainers.

Recently, the girls thought that Adam was getting a bit vain and big-headed. He was becoming more aware of his hot looks, and the girls wished he had short hair like when they first met him, as at least then he wouldn't be checking his mirror every five minutes to make sure it still looked ok! He would also laugh at the clothes they wore, making comments about how they looked like they were from a council estate. And his constant bitching about how rough other blokes looked was getting beyond a joke.

It was Lucy that saw the poster in the student union bar some weeks back. "TAKE YOUR MATE DOWN A PEG OR TWO - NOMINATE THEM TO PLAY FRIGHT NIGHT THIS HALLOWEEN! ENQUIRE AT BAR FOR FURTHER DETAILS". The barman at the time didn't really know what it was about, but said that at that stage no-one else had been nominated, so Lucy thought she may as well put Adam forward. 3 weeks later, as she and Ginny pushed Adam onto the stage, she still didn't know what Adam could expect.

Adam was the third and final person onto the stage. First had been Ben, a guy that Adam quite fancied, but was disappointed to learn that he was straight. Ben studied Law on the same campus as Adam. He was also pretty good-looking, with shorter, spikier hair than Adam, but similar piercingly blue eyes. He always seemed very popular with the girls, and was relishing the cheers he got as he stepped up on stage.

Second on stage was a girl called Caroline. Adam had never seen her before, as far as he knew. She looked incredibly nervous.

The host on stage was a young woman dressed as a witch, since it was Halloween. Her name was not given. She explained that the 3 contestants had each been nominated by their friends for being vain. She also explained what lay in-store for them, as three large bouncers from the nightclub came up onto the stage (one for each) and handcuffed the players behind their backs.

They were to be two rounds. At the end of the first round, the winner would be set free with a nice prize. The two losers would then have to battle it out to decide who else would be set free, this time without a prize. The overall loser would would face the ultimate humiliation... but more about that later!

A curtain raised behind them on stage, and behind was a long bench. The contestants were then led over to the bench and made to sit down by the bouncers. Adam sat in the middle, with Ben to his right and Caroline to the left. Adam had no idea what was hapenning, all he could think about was how annoyed he was with the girls. And how hot Ben looked this evening, and what he'd love to do to him if his hands weren't also cuffed in the same way.

A large wooden object was wheeled onto the stage. It was a set of three medieval stocks, for the feet to go into. The bouncers took off the shoes and socks of the players, and placed them into the stocks. Now Adam really was trapped. But then surprisingly, the bouncers removed the handcuffs, before walking off stage. The 3 players still couldn't go anywhere, of course, as their feet were locked firmly in place, but at least it was a bit more comfortable.

Next the witch explained the rules to round 1. The winner would be the person that survived the "fright" the longest. The players were asked to turn their palms upwards in-front of them. The bouncers returned to a gasp from the crowd. They were each carrying a small glass tank with a tarantula in it... it didn't take a genius to work out this game. Adam wasn't a huge fan of spiders, but to his right Ben was almost crying. The witch counted down as the bouncers took the spiders out of the tanks.

The audience joined in the countdown when it reached "three"... Adam looked over at Lucy and Ginny. They didn't look as happy as they did earlier. They almost looked guilty. As the countdown hit "one" he closed his eyes and felt the spider being placed on his hands. Almost immediately he heard Ben whimper, so he opened his eyes to see Ben drop the spider on the floor. The audience roared wth laughter. He was out, and definitely going into round 2. Ben's bouncer picked up the spider, put it in the tank, and handcuffed Ben behind his back once more. Ben looked half-relieved to have dropped the spider, but also half-nervous as he knew he was one step closer to the "ultimate humiliation". Adam tried to control his fear, breathing slowly. He looked at Caroline. She was smiling! He didn't believe it... she liked spiders! What chance did he stand against this? He was heading the same way as Ben and he knew it. The spider on his hand started to crawl up his arm, so he instinctively brushed it off. Failure. The spider was removed, and the cuffs returned. The audience clapped him for trying, but gave a bigger cheer for Caroline as she was set free.

The witch gave her the prize - a shiny new iPod. No loss there thought Adam, as he already had one. The witch also asked Caroline to help out with the punishment for the round 1 losers, and of course she agreed. Adam hadn't expected this... he thought only the round 2 loser would be getting punished. The crowd whooped with delight as the 2 remaining bouncers returned onto the stage once more, each carrying a large custard pie. Each pie was made of a flan base, custard and foam on top. The pie destined for Ben was handed to the witch, and Adam's went to Caroline. The witch allowed Caroline to go first. The audience sarted to countdown from "five". Adam gulped, and turned to look at Caroline, who was poised ready to hit him with the pie. He hoped that it wouldn't ruin his hair, or his new shirt. The bouncer grabbed his ear and span his head around to face the crowd. Again, as the crowd chanted "one" Adam closed his eyes. Caroline gently massaged the pie into his face, and the audience gave a small cheer. Caroline had been kind... she saw that it was an expensive shirt, so tried her hardest to avoid getting it messy (although a bit of custard was now dripping down his chest). Adam's face was well covered, but his hair and clothes stayed clean.

The witch thought it was a pathetic effort, but admitted that Adam had done well so shouldn't suffer too much. But you could tell she was really going to punish Ben. Ben looked petrified, possibly more than when he had the spider on his hand. As the audience counted down, Ben closed his eyes immediately. At the end of it, the witch slammed the pie into his face, before sliding it over his hair, flattening Ben's well crafted spikes. Ben looked downwards and shook his head, bits of flan case dropping to his lap. The crowd were ecstatic, this was hilarious. Ben continued to hang his head, with yellow custard dangling on the end of his nose and eyelashes. Adam felt so sorry for him. What had he done to deserve that? It was just a stupid game in a nightclub that neither of them had wanted to play anyway. Adam was grateful his hair hadn't been ruined in the same way as Ben's, which was now a tangled, slicked-back mess of bits of flan case, custard and foam. It looked ridiculous. As did Ben's clothes - totally covered in custard and foam. Surely that must be it, the big humiliation? There couldn't be anything worse...

The witch asked the bouncers to send the players backstage to prepare for the finale, where the loser would end up even messier than now. As his feet were released and he was led away, he glanced at Ben, who looked back and seemed to be thinking the same as Adam: I don't want to lose!

Ben and Adam had been taken to a dressing room, told to clean up and put on a pair of overalls that appeared to be covered in strips of velcro. They said very little. Adam wiped the pie from his face... Ben commented on how much cleaner Adam appeared to be as he tried to wash the pie from his hair in the small dressing room sink. Ben looked better, Adam thought, but still not as hot as normal. Ben's hair remained greasy, if not quite as yellow. Adam couldn't help but stare as Ben changed into his red overall. Adam was already wearing his blue overall. The music from the club thumped heavily in the background. Adam checked himself in the mirror again. He looked surprisingly good still, he thought. His hair was still perfect (he'd thank Caroline later) and he's got all the pie off his face. And the overall meant his clothes were now safe from pies.

The bouncers, who had been stood outside the door keeping guard came in and grabbed the players. Adam and Ben were led to the stage to more cheering from the crowd, who all seemed to be holding smalling plastic insects! The witch explained that final person set free would be the one that can end up with the most toy insects stuck to their velcro suits... and it would be the audience throwing them. The bouncers cuffed the lads to a pole each, centre-stage. They each stood in a paddling pool full of what Adam could only describe as red slime, presumably meant to be blood. It oozed between his toes and felt horrible. Adam had hoped he wouldn't he wouldn't be getting any messier tonight.

He looked around as the witch explained what awaited the loser. He really didn't want to lose - as it would mean being tied to "The Slime Rack" (apparently it was precisely what the two slimeballs deserved, but Adam and Ben didn't seem to agree). The rack was an upright frame with restraint points at each corner for hands and feet. Above sat a trough, presumably filled with something horrible, and all around lay buckets of different coloured gunge and pies. There were also 2 what appeared to be water cannons either side, for good measure.

Adam could not lose this. What if someone took photos of him covered in that mess and sent it to his agency? He'd be a laughing stock among all the other male models... they loved putting up embarassing photos in the reception area of the agency. And he worried for his hair - he'd seen what the mess did to Ben's, and now he was terrified of what could happen to his.

The game started, the crowd cheered and started throwing the plastic toys at Adam and Ben. Almost straight away Adam slipped to his knees, with dozens of insects that initially stuck to his legs now floating in the red goo. Ben had stayed upright, and was doing well. He was a sporty type, and knew what to do. Adam had a slight height advantage when he finally got to his feet, but time was up before he knew it.

The witch counted Adam's insects first - he had managed to get 23. As she went over to Ben, Adam started to count the ones he could see - it was going to be close. He looked over at the rack. The bouncer who had been with Caroline was filling up the trough with green, lumpy slime. He looked at his fag-hags. They looked even guiltier than before. The witch continued to count - Ben had a total of.... 26. He let out a sigh of relief, and was released from his cuffs by the bouncer. Just like Caroline was before, the witch invited him to stick around and dish out the punishment. The crowd had already started to chant "Gunge him! Gunge him!" as Adam hung his head, like Ben before him. This was it - ultimate humiliation... and the flashbulbs of cameras had also started already.

The bouncer removed the handcuffs but kept a firm grip around Adam's wrists. there was no escape. The bouncer who had been with Ben came over and helped to first secure Adam's wrists, and then ankles, to the frame. It was uncomfortable, and he could hardly move at all. There would be no way of wiping the gunge from his face or out of his hair (which still looked good, he noticed - there was a large mirrored wall behind the rack that he checked as he walked over). Adam glanced upwards to see the trough sitting just above him, about to deposit gallons of slime all over his head.

With the whole room filled with "Gunge him! Gunge him!" it was impossible to hear what the witch was saying, but he noticed Ben standing to his left, next to a lever. Ben was grinning manically, but seemed to mouth"sorry, mate" at Adam. The witch yelled "PULL IT!", and as she did, Ben pulled on the lever. The trough tipped, and Adam felt warm, lumpy gunge fall on top of him, and all he could see was green slime sliding past his eyes, and dropping on to his feet. The crowd went wild... this vain and arrogant guy had been humiliated. He was a total mess. His blue overall was now mostly green, and his sexy scruffy hairdo had been flattened by the slime, into a shaggy, gungey mess. He looked more monster than model now, as the flashbulbs were even more intense. He had been humiliated - a laughing stock. He was hit square in the face with a pie - and this time it also got rubbed into his hair, undoubtedly on purpose. It was Lucy. Then another. Ginny. He tried to spit out the foam and mess that had gone in his mouth. Before he had chance to say anything, the girls vanished. Next the witch threw a bucket of gunge over him. It was blue, and slightly thinner than the stuff from the trough. Then she tipped a bucket of black gunge over his head, and rubbed it in. This was really really thick gunge this time. Surely this was enough?!

When Adam thought it must be over, the girls reappeared over by the water cannons either side of the stage. Except, as they were turned on, Adam saw they didn't hold water. It was thick, white foam that shot from them, starting at his feet but soon the girls were aiming for his head. Adam was covered from head to toe in mess. His overall clung to him, and he instintively tried to escape, but to no avail. The witch must be coming back on-stage to end this? No - she explained to the crowd (once they had quitened down a bit) that Adam would remain on the rack for the rest of the night, and anyone could come up and buy a pie or a bucket of gunge to punish Adam with. The money would be going to charity. Underneath all the mess, Adam shed a tear. This was hell, the worst thing that had ever happenned to him. He looked a wreck, he felt a wreck. He'd never go out on Halloween again.

At the end of the night, as the club emptied, Adam was still attached to the rack. Amongst all the mess of slime on the floor, flan cases, and under the trough that was still dripping green muck into Adam's hair, Adam suddenly saw Ben. "I'm REALLY sorry, mate" said Ben, who kissed Adam on the cheek, and wandered off home, leaving Adam dripping with goo, and stuck to the rack.

More contributions, a great new original story and a general note about contributing stuff!

Mornin' all,

Had a few very kind contributions from readers, firstly this set of photos from "Teacher Sundae"...

...and yet more messy goings on, this time in a UK school...


It's great to get contributions from readers, so I guess it'd be worth clarifying what sort of stuff we're after. GUNGE! Any sort of mess, and that includes pies, so long as it's not "bodily" mess if you know what I mean!?! We'd like photos, links to websites, videos, ideas, thoughts on the world of gunge and stories [which I'll come back to in a minute].
We'd be entering dangerous territory if we showed any phots of people getting gunged / pied that appear to be under about 15 or 16 years of age, so I think we'll make that our lower age limit. Also no sexual stuff please when submitting pictures for the blog - however, links to other sites can be labled as containing sexual content, as can any stories submitted... just so readers can have a choice on whether to click the link or continue reading.

I personally would love for more stories to be sent in. The one submitted below is what I would consider to be a classic example of what I like to read. I was also thinking it would be good if any budding artists out there fancied drawing a comic strip story, or maybe even photoshop-ing a story?! I used to create some simple comic strips when I was younger and still quite good at drawing, though I've lost the ability these days it seems. I might have a crack at writing a story or two though.
Plus, have you ever been browsing a site like Faceparty or other site with lots of cute guys on, and fancied gunging some of the smug faces you see? Why not write a story about whoever it is getting gunged [or whatever], and send in the story along with a a link to their profile... afterall, it'll give them more attention! Or perhaps you've already written a story, and are just looking for someone "real" to be your victim? The same goes for famous faces or perhaps mates, of course, so long as they won't mind you showing their pix on the net.

THE ADDRESS TO SEND ALL YOUR LINKS, PHOTOS, STORIES ETC. IS:
THEGUNGEBLOG@GOOGLEMAIL.COM

Enough babbling from me, here's the story that I promised, kindly submitted by one of our lovely readers:

Carl was the sort of guy everyone liked. He was 17, blonde highlights, brown eyes, a good sense of humour but very vain. Marco had just turned 18, good looking with blonde highlights and green eyes but a bit of a presumptuous guy however he would try anything once.

Both of them played tennis and they decided to take part in their clubs fundraiser quiz. It was all for a good cause – the tennis courts needed lighting and so the club organised a fundraiser quiz. The winning team would get a year’s free membership. The losing team would have to undergo a forfeit.

Marco was confident he would win. Carl didn’t fancy doing a forfeit. So they both teamed up together. A day before the quiz they met up to start preparing for it.

On the day they both wore white t-shirts, track suit bottoms, white socks and trainers. They were there on time. On the stage was set up in the middle of the tennis courts. There were two benches with a buzzer each and in the middle a gunge tank full of green gunge.

As soon as Carl saw the gunge tank he got kind of nervous. He didn’t want to get gunged. He spent a lot of time getting ready and he didn’t want to get messy. Marco saw how nervous Carl was. He wanted to win. But he also wanted to see how Carl would react in the gunge tank.

Marco decided that it would be funny to see Carl get gunged. He was sort of nervous about getting gunged but he didn’t give it a second thought and decided to purposely lose the quiz and get a good gunging.

Up they went. Marco was getting all the questions wrong. Almost at the end he realised what the gunging would entail. When he decided he didn’t fancy getting gunged it was too late. Carl was hating every minute of it.

Then the presenter announced that it was time for the gunging.

Carl and Marco knew what awaited them. They removed their shoes and socks and went into the tank in their bare feet. They could smell the custard above them. The gunge looked thick, they had exaggerated with the food colouring and it looked dark. They just stood there looking vulnerable…

All of a sudden a countdown began….

“five, 4, 3, 2, 1…. Gunge them”

All of a sudden the whole tank above them was emptied. They closed their eyes and felt the cold gunge hit their head, slowly dribbling down the spikes. Carl looked down – he didn’t want any to go on his face. Marco tried avoiding it but since the tank was small it got him well and good. Their gelled hair flopped down and was green with the gunge that hit them.

They tried wiping it off their faces but more came. After a couple of seconds it all stopped… they looked at each other surprised at how messy they were. Marco was laughing and looked as though he was enjoying it. Carl wasn’t so enthusiastic. He almost slipped in the slippery gunge. They wiped some off their faces and were let out of the tank. The compere thanked them for being good sports and they where let off to the showers.

update on robbies humiliation

OK, well Rob emailed me about the whole wtf is he exactly doing for this. and this is wat he said we can do. basically Rob has said that the humiliation is sorta unclear and that he would like anyone who wants to contribute, to add and/or clarify the humiliation he has to do on GungeCentral. So basically, Tell him what he has to do, how much stuff he has to use, where to gunge himself, what to wear, etc. All up to you, and include the original challenge but clean it up a bit so we all know EXACTLY what hes going to do.
So have fun and Get messy!
Dan

Jesse McCartney revisited

As well as this video that I found a while back, a regular Gunge Blog reader has found these two photos of Jesse McCartney being slimed... so many thanks!

Sloppy New Year!

Or rather "Happy New Year" everyone!

Sorry to disappoint with having to delay my humiliation slightly... but to make up I've found a website that I'd not seen before. I daresay many of you have already seen it, since some of the pix and vids date back to 1997.

Some really good pie clips and photos to be found, especially amongst the webmaster [Shane's] own collection, this particular set being my personal favourite [with the video here]:

A good pie site, worth exploring if you haven't seen it already... plus a lively forum to get involved with, too.