Saturday, 1 November 2014

GOOD NEWS!!!

Hey Guys.

Its been very quiet on here for a few months now, I'm sorry for that. Its due to my very busy life. But I haven't forgotten about this site, or all you fans out there.
I'm glad this site is still viewed on daily basis by lots of people and still popular. Glad the forum is still kicking around and people are still communicating and chatting with each other. So thanks

Unfortunately there has been no interest in someone taking over the site full time, which I understand fully, busy life and all. But I do have some Good news.

I have been working over the last few months with one or two people on a MASSIVE story,
One Direction vs The Wanted Grudge Match. Its one story that has been in the works for years now and finally its being written by myself and a few others.

There are still a few segments to write. If you wanna write a Segment or have an idea, please email me bd.banthm@gmail.com and please fill this out, it will help me finsh the story

http://www.misterpoll.com/polls/597307

The Story will be completed and released at CHRISTMAS, A special treat for all you fans. Plus there are one or two little stories in the works as well.

So if you have any ideas, thoughts or requests, please comment below

Thanks for your continued support

Ben


Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Shortcut Mess Up

Fall was coming to an end and Channing Tatum and Zach Efron were on their way back to the city after shooting in the country area. Channing checked his GPS and pulled to the left. After a few miles in, the car stopped moving. Zach stepped outside in his flip flops. He stuck a hand up into the air and soon enough it was raining. His flip flops stuck slightly in the shallow mud. They put on rain jackets and designer wellies and hopped into the mud.

Channing opened his cell phone in front of a bush. Channing turned around and told Zach "the tow truck should be here in a hour." But as he spoke those words he dropped his phone into the bushes. Zach and Channing searched in the bushes, Zach thought he found the phone and reached furthur in, he leaned so far that he had to grabbed Channing`s pant Leg to keep from falling over, this did not work out for him. You see there was a hill on the other side and as Zach reached forward enough his wellies could not hold on to the ground. They both fell down the muddy slope face first, landing in, yet more mud. Channing brushed the mud off his dress shirt and Zach stood up to a field covered in the dark mud. Zach took two steps forward and tripped over something, as he fell he stomped something, something metallic. Channing looked at the ground and exclaimed in surprise: "MY PHONE!'



Meanwhile it was getting worse for Zach, as he got up his hat had been flung into the swampy water and his jacket was caught in brambles, the more he pulled the more it ripped. Finally it came loose, the part Zach was holding came off of the actual leather jacket , the jacket fluttered to the ground. Channing laughed, not knowing karma was going to sucker punch him. Channing went first across across a very unstable log, the log started rolling, Channing could barely keep up with it, then a branch came and slapped him right in the thigh. Writhing in pain Channing lost the pace and tripped over his wellies, falling back first into a pool of mud. He came up his gelled haired was now flat and dropping with mud. He climbed out to two unnerving things, First, his wellie had developed a crack and his sock was coated in mud, the squelch between his socks and his boots were a little disgusting, second the branch had torn off the material off the seat of his trousers and the rest of the material was coming unstiched.

They were walking to the end of the swamp forest, they reached a small hole in the ground and sauntered forward expecting the best, oh how wrong they were. As soon as Zach stepped forward his Yellow wellies sank into the mud, Channing's wellies. They both hugged each other not wanting to sink furthur, Channing's blazer gave them the chance to escape. Wearing only pants and boots they headed towards a construction site. More stickiness waited there for them.

 


Channing and Zach marched to the construction site, they reached the construction site. Just beyond the gates they found Taylor lautner, he was standing barefoot in the wet mud, his greeen wellies were covered in mud. They grabbed onto the fence and clambered up and over, Zach and Channing went over quickly, but Taylor's foot was caught in the fence and he went over backwards, his shirt ripped when it was caught on a wire. There was nothing in the construction site so they tried to get back over the fence, Taylor went to the top,Zach and Channing were waiting at the bottem, then his foot slipped on the soaking rungs, then he fell backwards onto them.

They frantically tried to find a way out, seeing one behind some pipes they laid on their chests and tried to squeeze in, Channing shed his wellies and words his leather dress shoes, while Zach wore his flip flops, as they were at the end of the pipes they turned round to crawlon their backs. Zach came out first, Taylor second and Channing third. They all fell face first. Zach opened his eyes to both Taylor and Channing coated in Tar. Zach frantically tried to sit up but his tight butt was glued to the ground he tried to push it upbut instead his hands sunk in till his elbows and his flip flops sank without his feet. Channing tried to Pedal in the mud, but by doing so he went deeper and deeper, arriving at his crotch, soon he was met with one of the most unpleast feelings, all the tar had started pouring into his pants, coating his boxers in the gloops, sticking his pants to his legs, the worst had happened to Taylor: his soles were coated in the black goop already, then he decided to stand up and grab on something but the tar went over his toes, coating them.



Taylor's feet were squelching as they tried to escape, just then the worst happened, he hadn't rolled up his pants so the tar grabbed onto the ends of them, pulling them down, and soon enough they were at his sticky ankles. The 3 huddled together and using the already glued Zack, Taylor was able to pull Channing up and out of the tar and onto a ledge, he then outstretched his arms and the 2 were also able to escape. With their footwear lost and their pants torn off they tried to look for another way out, this time the exit was much easier, Ipit was right across a pool, they were determined to get across, the each wore only their wellies and underwear they ran across the pool. Channing tripped on his wellies and fell cheesy first, Zack was the next victim and finally Taylor.

The 3 turned around to look at what they were standing in, wet concrete! They had 2 options run with the boots or continue barefoot, they decided to go for the boots rather then to get their feet dirty, the planted their feet into the wellies and ran, with each step they went farthur in. Soon it passed their waist bands, both their boots and underwear filling with concrete. They clambered out of the pool, exhausted and wet, they removed their boots to find something shocking, the concrete that filled their wellies had started to dry. They threw off their wellies. They opened the gate in sucession. Only thing seperating them from their final destination was a field. Taking a single step into the field they learned that looks can be deciveing, the 3 sunk in unison, and soon they fell until their necks, they tried walking getting out but their was nothing to grab onto, so they continued forward in the tar like mud.

The 3 trudged towards the end of the muddy trench. There they found Robin thicke and Justin timber lake. They were holding their luggage in hand however they were barefoot and shirtless, their boots stuck in a patch of swampy mud and their shirts were tied to a tree. They had luggage in their hands, so the pants less men took some pants from them. When they tried to take some shirts but karma struck again, as the wet mud swept the luggage into the water. Now the 5 celebs only wore jeans, rocking bare feet and bare chests like heart throb pros.

They made their way back into the forest, trudgeing hard and slow to make sure they wouldn't slip. Taylor tread carefully, but this failed on him, the thick mud grabbed onto his foot, not noticing this the rest of his party strutted into the goop, and once they were there they were stuck. It stuck to both their feet, when Taylor took his first step his feet wouldn't budge, he tried lifting his feet but they kept snapping back down, harder and furthur into the mud, was there any escape!? There was, but sadly for them it was messy, because with all the struggling caused the super wet mud to collapse and slide down a nearby hill. They slid on their butts, landing in a pool of muddy water. They all surfaced to a rather unsettleing rip, the rip of pants.

They came out of the water, the slide down the mountain had torn near every part of their pants and underwear. They shed both pieces of clothing, deciding that this once they would bear it all. They finally came to the hill that Zach and Channing fell from, so they took a path to the left. They first trudged through a large mound of manure, which stuck to their soles. Then they went through a basin filled with more goop, which also felt familiar. They reached the car, Zack, Robin and Justin got in the back, and Taylor got in the front, Channing buckled himself up. Channing placed his sticky feet on the pedals, his seat belt over his crotch and his hand on the clutch. They drove a few miles, the entire back row had fallen asleep, their feet in a pile.



Suddenly the car started skidding on the road, if went over a cliff, everyone screamed until they landed. Landing in a lake of pure mud they started sinking. Robin opened his door and mud started pileing in, he tried to climb out but his feet were glued, no matter how much he pulled he was stuck, the glue sqelching between his toes. Then they realized, the goop they walked through was tar, yet again. The door was now jammed and wouldn't close.

Second after second they were coated in more sludge. They emerged out of the car, just barely, covered in mud, their sexy feature smothered in the paste. Justin tried peeling the mud off of his legs but it wouldn't budge, and neither would they. The mud was like glue,'clinging to their naked bodies. They were Truly naked and afraid.

Saturday, 9 August 2014

Summer Sliming

It was a week ago on the sunny beaches of LA and the 5 male models were getting ready for a beach suit. A blooming paparazzi wandered into the tent and into the costume area. She wandered around until she found a figure moving about, suspecting him to be the person who was to him her the interview, she apperead behind him and tapped on his shoulder. The man turned around and something brushed against her leg and suddenly realizing what this was. She screamed and ran, this was Jeremy young! As she ran her camera took some rather "revealing" pictures of the group of male models. She ran to her apartment and shut her door behind her, pant for breath and then reviewed her taken pictures.

Later that day: the models decided that they had all decided that since naked and varying size parts had been taken, they had to get that camera back.. they plopped on black clothes, black turtlenecks or black tank tops and some black wellies, they were ready. They were able to climb up the fire escape, where they met a preperation gunge. A family's two children had been playing with muddy water and some foam, and to finish this without being caught they had to quickly dump it over the side of the building.The 5 models just got a wash. The floor was so slippery they could hardly keep from falling over, the boots made a constant squelch, so loud that they scared a few of the neighboring birds. They reached the top and all climbed in an open window.



Meanwhile: the photo grapher girl baked furiously. She put down a large container of what seemed to be gummy bears and honey, cooked to the point where they were a sticky glob of sugar and sweetening. You see her work place was having an April fools party and her prank was to host a pie eating contest upon finishing the pie, the sweet adhesive would have the pie stuck to the competitor's face! Genius. She finally finished these pies and put all of them on her kitchen counter, she put her large left over adhesive in a basin on the floor. She then left to the living room to watch a movie.

The would be bandits came into the kitchen to find the basin, they looked around but didn't find their treasure, Jeremy turned round and took the first step, the first step into the makeshift glue, being the only one wearing flip flops he struggled as hard as he could, the toe strap snapped and he thought he was free, he ran as hard As he could, but failed, as he put his foot down the basin snapped, cracking it in two and allowing the ooze to spread out to a point where it covered Everyone's unsespecting feet. Their boots squelched in the mess as they all tried to escape it's gooey and warm clutches. Suddenly the photographer walked in, surprised at this large mess and this felony, she decided for a little messy crime and punishment. To be continued! Take suggestions, either help me name the re of the models or tell me how and what you want on them. This is absolute war. A sticky one at that.

Thursday, 7 August 2014

Golden Gunging

 
This evening was the night of the inaugural Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Sports Awards in Britain, held in a glitzy ceremony in London celebrating the achievements of Britain’s biggest sports stars. After a successful maiden awards ceremony in Los Angeles, USA, the show had finally reached the shores of the UK. In the US version of the show, Britain’s biggest footballing superstar David Beckham had got slimed in gold gunge, along with his two sons. Which sports superstar was going to be victim of the dreaded slime tonight?
 
Though it was the younger generation who voted for their favourite sports stars at home, at the ceremony it was adults only, despite the title. The cream of British sporting celebrity had congregated on the red carpet, attending the glitzy bash. For Sir Chris Hoy, this was the latest in a long line of awards ceremonies he attended over the years during his time as a track cycling king. He went to the BAFTAs, the National Television Awards and BBC Sports Personality of the Year in the past. Little did he realise that the latest awards show he was attending, had an extra special surprise for him in store. And let’s just say it was more than just an award…
 
The presenters of the bash, Holly Willoughby and Dermot O’Leary, having presented six other awards to athletes throughout the evening, had now got round to presenting the ‘Legend’ award -  the Kids’ Choice Sports Awards equivalent of a lifetime achievement award.
 
Opening the gold envelope, Holly announced: ‘And the winner of the Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Sports Legend award goes to superstar Sir Chris Hoy!’
 
Chris was elated. He walked onto the stage with pride, wearing a smart grey kilt outfit which he often wore for special occasions. He looked immaculate and smart. But not for long….
 
‘Chris, would you like to say a few words?’ asked Dermot, the presenter.
 
In his soft Scottish accent, Chris began: ‘First of all, I would love to thank all of Britain’s children for voting for me. Your support and this award means so much to me. The gold rush of London 2012…’
But his speech was abruptly cut short, when, without warning, fountains of gold gunge flowed out from the studio floor, completely covering Chris’ legs, working its way up his kilt. The slime felt horrible and squishy. Like a True Scotsman, Chris wasn’t wearing his underpants tonight. He winced in embarrassment as the gunge made its way through every crevice of his body. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him. Before he had time to react, more gold gunge rained down on him from the ceiling, completely caking his blonde hair and face and going all over his grey jacket, tie and waistcoat combo to match his kilt. His kilt outfit had gone from grey tartan to a mucky golden mess.
 
But his gungey humiliation didn’t end there. Two masked men aimed cannons which fired even more gold gunge at Chris, hitting his face and body in an instant. The presenters then added more humiliation to poor Chris by pouring more buckets of gold gunge on top of his head. Then, Holly activated a button, causing Chris to fall beneath a concealed trapdoor in the studio floor into a big swimming pool filled with gunge, like the one featured in Get Your Own Back. ‘Gold gunge for a gold medal-winning athlete!’ she cackled. Now, Chris was literally drowning in gold gunge. This was a nightmare. After being submerged for a few seconds, he resurfaced again, resembling an Oscar statuette. He smoothed back his gunge-covered hair and wiped away the gunge from his face, spitting the gunge out as he climbed out of the gunge pool and up the ladder back onto the stage.
 
By now, his kilt outfit was beyond a good wash with Ariel and was totally ruined. His hair was beyond salvation, having been caked in tons of gunge, and so Dermot pulled out a pair of clippers and cut off his damaged hair, leaving him bald and still soaked in gunge, with Chris crying and burying his head in embarrassment. He always expected a golden finish to everything. Unfortunately, not like this. The first gunge casualty of the Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Sports Awards UK 2015 after David Beckham and his boys suffered the same fate in LA. The price you pay for a gold rush of results.

Monday, 4 August 2014

McBusted at the Fair

 
 
It was a day off from their tour and the Mcbusted lads decided to hit the local fair, that had just arrived the same day as they were doing a two day show.

The entered the grounds after paying for wrist band tokens at the old style booth. The lads walked around smiling with excitement at all that they saw. The lads all headed for the helter Skelter first, then moved on to the Hook-a-duck, then the fortune teller. Danny wondered off, on the look out for more fun for the lads to do. He called the lads over on seeing the ghost train ride. "come on lads", "whose up for this he shouted!"

The guys all wondered over, Dougie wasnt keen, "I'll give this one a miss, if you dont mind" replied Dougie. "What?" replied Matt, are you scaaareeed,?" asked Matt in somewhat terrifying noise. "No, Just not keen!" exclaimed Dougie, "plus i can photo you on the way out, with a picture of horror on your faces!" "Me too!" replied Harry! Tom second that, we'll look for something for us later.

Danny Matt, James climbed the steps to the ride where the ride operator was waiting. James pointed to a sign near the doors. It read-: ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. Then a list below of Do's and Dont's-: 

KEEP YOUR ARMS IN THE CARTS AT ALL TIMES!
iF WEARING EXPENSIVE CLOTHING PLEASE AS FOR RIDE OPERATOR FOR A FREE PONCHO.
REMOVE ALL FOOTWEAR.  
SCREAM IF YOU NEED TO!

Matt questioned the ride operator. "yeah!", said the guy, "You may get a little messy!" "The Ghouls, Ghosts etc, love to play tricks on visitors"!

The guys each asked for a poncho each, and removed their footwear, and each stepped barefoot into the cart. The ride operator pull the electric leaver down and as the cart moved along the track through the doors and into the darkness, the creepy ride guy said in a sinister voice "ENJOY!" and scream a loud laugh.

The cart thundered down the track to a graveyard scene, where tombstones stood and a creepy old tree. One of the tombs began to lower, and a zombie looking corpe's sat up, it screamed at the guys looking on, then gave a violent spewing of multi-coloured gunge from its mouth, flying into the guys hair and faces and cascading down their chests.

The cart the jolted to move further on. The guys looked at each other wiping the goo of themselves, as best the could laughing at each other if fear and excitement! The cart moved into another scene, this time a guillotine stand high on a platform, spectators stood in gathering, the guys looked on at a head in the contraption, and as the blade dropped the head fell down and into a channel into the top of the guys cart, with it slimey red looking blood flowed with it. 

The cart moved on, and as it did so, the guys were laughing and having fun pushing the head from the guillotine prank with their messy covered feet to each other in the cart, like playing seated football. The next scene was based in a forest, when a coven of witches stood round a bubbling cauldron, the guys watched as the witches poured ingredients into the pot. Matt moved and said to the guys that he knew what was gonna happen, as he spoke a witch turned and looked at the guys, she shreeked with a loud scream, the other witches turn to looked, and the cauldron pot fell from its stand and green slime fired in the guys direction covering them with the thick lumpy goo. 

Finally as the cart moved on for the final time the guys tried wiping away what they had just been covered in. A loud thud came and the rides doors pushed open into the outside world, and stood looking on was the paperazzi of Dougie, Harry and Tom taking photos on their phones.

Matt, Danny and James caught up with the other three lads later, after cleaning up. They were all lively discussing what happened as they walked on. Matt shouted to Dougie "Ay, Mate, have you seen that... archimedes bath!" That u'd be a good one for you to try out dougie, your always in the bath at every chance. The lads walked over...

Below the big sign two harnesses where attached, and below that, two giant baths with covers over, and a sign further below saying TEST YOUR KNOWLEDGE AGAINST A MATE! Dougie didnt look too keen, "Come on, and Tom's a guy who knows everything too, play against him!" The woman operating the game smiled at them both, and happily said, "Come on, its a bit of fun!" "Come up here both of you, both come and stand on the bath tops!" Tom stepped up, Dougie still stayed put. "Come on!" shouted Tom, "It just looks like we'll have to each have to answer some questions, and the loser gets dunked in the bath of water below!" The woman smiled and nodded in agreement with Tom.

Dougie smiled at the woman and stepped up onto the opposite bath top. "Ok!" she explained, "Just remove your shoes and socks!" "Dont want them getting wet!" she giggled. and as they did so two solid looking guys walked up, moved Tom and Dougies footwear to one side, and began strapping each of the guys into the harnesses. As the guys were lifted up, the bath tops were slowly removed too. Both Tom and Dougie looked down in horror at their fate that awaited them.
 
 

The harnesses were then slightly lowered and the guys feet hovered just about there fate. Tom swore out. The other watching called and asked what was in the bath. Tom called out "manure" his toes just touching the top of the soft brown mess below. "Whats yours Dougie?" Dougie lightly smlied, and said "Beans, Baked Beans!" "Your alright then!" shouted Tom! "You've always been wanting to sit in a bath of beans, for as long as i've known you!" "Not like me, whose fate hovers above cow, pig and horse Shite!"

The all laughed! The woman began asking each of the guys questions, Both got the first ones right. The second set of questions Dougie got wrong, but Tom got right. The third and final set Tom got wrong and Dougie got right. The woman announced a draw! She screamed out with laughter "Boys, your both getting a bath!" The harnesses dropped, and the lads sank in! Tom Sank in slower than Dougie, and enjoying it even less. Dougie dropped in fast but his head soon popped up, with a smile covered with bean juice!

Once more after Dougie and Tom also got cleaned up, The Mcbusted gang met back up! "God Tom!" Danny said... "haven't you put your socks on yet?" "Your feet stinks auh shite!" "Anyway, just gotta find something messy for our Harry to Do!"  
"No!", smiled think i'll stay clean!

Friday, 1 August 2014

Blog up for grabs...

Have posted some stories people sent in as don't want their efforts to go to waste (have scheduled stories for the next couple of weeks - they'll be posted automatically so look out for them).

I'm so ridiculously busy at the moment and can't look after the blog full-time so if anyone fancies taking over the reins and keeping this fab blog going, then email gmc_ad_new@hotmail.co.uk and I'll give you all the login details etc. Hopefully someone can keep it going.

If not, keep posting in the comments sections etc. if you have stories and the community can still keep going. Hopefully when the admins are less busy they can come back and bring the blog back.

ALSO IF FORMER ADMIN/STORY CONTRIBUTOR JW STILL READS THIS BLOG, PLEASE GET IN TOUCH IF YOU CAN. :)

Michael Trevino

Michael Trevino was always one of the most spoken about actors of the Vampire Diaries, and mostly, it's because of his good looks. He was enjoying this public attention, going from partying out as much as he could to becoming an underwear model. However, some of his co-stars, Paul Wesley and Ian Somerhalder, all loved their attention as well, and they were not happy that Michael was taking all this attention, so they decided to have some revenge on him.

 


After receiving an "invite" to a cast party, Michael had been preparing from early morning to impress all his female cast members. He wanted to look cool yet formal, so he put on a white shirt and pink trousers, which he loved very much. He made it to the location, but he was a bit confused as usually cast parties would be heard from across the street. This time it was quiet. He knocked on the door, and it opened. Feeling confused and maybe expecting a surprise for him, he eagerly stepped inside, and it was almost pitch dark.



"Oh come on guys, you didn't have to plan all this for me!" He cockily said.

 

"But mate, you deserve all this!" He recognized Ian's voice, and then the lights turned on. He looked around, and no one else was there, except for Ian.

 

"Am I early?" Michael asked.

 

"Oh no, you're just in time." Ian smiled.

 

Before he could reply, he felt a bucket being pushed on his head, and cold porridge falling all over his styled hair and clothes.

 

"What the hell?!" He angrily exclaimed.

 

"Listen mate, we're a bit pissed off and the attention you're getting. We thought you might enjoy something to remove your cocky attitude and stop being such a little brat and taking all our attention!" Paul said from behind.

 

Michael was furious. He was already feeling the cold porridge sliding down his body as it had already gotten in his white shirt which was now already ruined. He tried to make a run for it, but huge bodyguards blocked the door. Two of them grabbed him, and as he was trying to fight them off and swearing and his cast mates, Ian rammed a creamy pie into his face to shut him up, now ruining his face and his ego. They dragged him on a chair and tightened his hands and legs on it, making him unable to move at all. On the chair there was another creamy pie, and as he was pushed on the chair, he could feel the cream slipping through his pants and boxers, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

 

Paul and Ian were already feeling amused at how his cockiness was gone, but they were not convinced he would stop stealing the limelight. They were ready to make this his most miserable night ever. Ian got a carton of milk, and he happily poured it all on Michael's hair and face, and it was dribbing down on his body and crotch which he was already feeling soaking wet. Paul then got some eggs, and took delight at slowly breaking them all over his body. Ian went to get a jar of custard and went behind Michael.

 

"What are you doing?!" He asked angrily. He soon got the answer after he felt the back of his bright red boxer briefs open and feeling the cold custard going into his bum, followed by an extreme messy wedgie. By this point, Michael was crying and begging for them to get him out, but Ian and Paul were not ready. More messy stuff followed, with five cans of baked beans opened on him from one on his head to another in the front of his boxer briefs. A trifle was then rammed into his face, followed by a bucket of vanilla and chocolate ice cream all emptied in the front of his boxer briefs and the back, followed by another messy wedgie. He could feel all the ingrediants in his boxer briefs, and he felt he had enough. As Paul approached him with a chocolate cake with lots of melted chocolate on top, he pushed him back, making him fall back and the cake falling on the floor.

 


"It seems like he's not learning." Ian said. He got out a pair of scissors, and walked towards Michael, who at this point was terrified. He got the bodyguards to make him stand up, and he grabbed his white shirt and ripped it into half, and then ripped his pants, leaving him in just his red Bench boxer briefs which he had once modelled in.

 
Paul then grabbed the cake from the floor and put the chair, and Michael was pushed on it. He could feel all of it in his boxers, and it was extremely uncomfortable. His favourite red boxers were now all brown from the back, and he was not happy at all. As he was tight up again, Paul got a bucket of ice cubes and he put them in the front of his boxers, making him feel even more uncomfortable. This was followed by a cold lasagne pushed into the front of his boxers and another slice in his back, with the biggest wedgie he had yet experience followed.

 

"I swear guys, I will never steal your attention again! I will always snub off any modelling contract all fans and recommend my two amazing friends Paul and Ian to them! I swear!" He said shouting.

 

"Awhhh, thank you mate." Paul said.

 

"Well, it seems like you've learned your lesson." Ian said. "But, we must make sure you keep this tghoght by tomorrow, so we'll leave you there until tomorrow morning, and we'll see you then, and we expect to hear the same words!"

 

"But guys, please!" Michael begged, but both of them ignored him as they walked towards the door and their bodyguards following them, and closed it, leaving Michael to spent the longest life of his night in his completely messy boxer briefs on the chair, contemplating whether one day, he could have his revenge.

Monday, 16 June 2014

Rant

I'm sorry if people don't like this. But here it goes.

I have banned a member from the site for sending me abusive messages via email. I like writing stories for this site, and creating a buzz, polls, and communicating to you guys. I have a job, work very hard and try to write stories in my spear time like I'm doing with the One Direction Awards story with help from a co-writer. I'm also nearly finished on the part 2 for the Ben/Sam/Jamie rivalry.

I try and put polls/votes up to get that buzz started and to try and get a few writers to help me, however that hasn't really happened, I have spoken you 2 lads that are willing to help out from time to time with segments and ideas, that is fantastic and I really appreciate that from you guys, so thanks.

But I can't handle someone who sends abuse to me. I don't have time for those people. So for now I'm shut down the polls and votes. I will finish the one direction awards story and the Ben /Sam/Jamie rivalry and then take stock.

I love you guys and this site. If there is anyone who wants to write a story or segments then please email me bd.bantham@gmail.com