Musical Top Model:
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turpsIt's been a while, but can you remember I was doing Musical Top Model? Well, it's back in all it's looks nothing like the celebs it's supposed to be glory.
Last time on Musical Top Model. Brendon was sent home while Mikey and Frank were pining, on the verge of love.
This week we start with Gerard playing the piano. It's a favourite activity for various housemates.
Of course, not as good as the seething sexual antics. Which in this case has led to poor Kevin jerking himself off despite lack of feet. Gossip suggests a tragic pedicure accident, especially as Justin was seen lurking with a sharpened nail file and nail varnish with smoke drifting from the open top.
But fear not, for Kevin is a brave little soldier. Even footless he manages to climb to the top bunk. Because Kevin bottoms for no one!
OMG! It's a miracle! The feet, they are re-grown! Which is good, because Kevin is being chatted up by Mikey Way, who seems to have forgotten his crush on Frank.
Especially as he's caught being blown by Ryan. Remember this moment, because it's the start of a beautiful relationship.
From the positioning I suspect they've moved onto rimming. Obviously those are buttless panties.
Rimming over, Ryan goes to browse clothes, and pointedly doesn't look at Justin, who seems to think jerking off in the garden is the thing to do.
Then goes for lunch, where he finds Frank face down in his food. Ryan is distraught. What a waste of good food.
A typical scene in the Top Model house. Arguments over the toilet. Gerard playing piano. Frank at the kitchen table. It's all go.
OMG! MY EYES!
It's nice to see that Mikey gets emotional during sex. Oh, wait....
Heart-eyes time. Look at them. Who would have through that Ryan and Mikey would fall in love. Not me, that's for sure.
They even blow kisses <33333333
Ryan: "So, Justin. I find a nice red lipstick is best. It makes my lips pop when they're around Mikey's dick."
Justin: Kill me now.
Sad because Kevin is using the telescope, Gerard settles in to mope. To have woe. His life. So hard. Gerard! Believe me, it's better this way!
At which point Kevin and Frank begin to be friends. Despite his shifting affections, Mikey decides this won't do at all! And decides the way to be a cock block is to use how own cock, cunningly displayed in his best pants.
But really, the only cock that Mikey wants to block is Ryan's. By using his own ass.
Meanwhile Chris makes plans to take over the world. I like to think he's canvasing for support by promising endless art supplies and make-up for all.
Not that Ryan sticks around for long.
Suddenly, Gerard is abducted by aliens! I told him to keep away from the telescope, but did he listen? No he did not!
Justin is a big old meanie who made Frank cry. How I don't know.
But he wasn't sorry at all.
And to celebrate someone else crying for once, he cleaned the bathroom floor.
Frank: WHY! Why must I be here? I hate it! I want Brendon back. I want to go home. WAHHHHHH!
Meanwhile, Gerard returned and celebrated by eating the most rancid plate of meatballs.
Frank: How is this my life? HOW!?
Frank, what are you doing?
Feeling queasy, Gee heads for the bathroom.
Noooooooo!!! Tell me Gerard has food poisoning! No mpreg allowed!
The next morning, Ryan gets an attack of the commitment jitters and soothes them by fucking Justin. Not that either seem up for the job.
Then, overcome at his deception he contemplates death by vomit covered toilet.
But in the end, after staring into the green depths all day, he just goes to bed.
Meanwhile, Mikey paints. Soothing his confusion in canvas.
But, sexual shenanigans aside. Pictures must be taken, and one man must leave Musical Top Model. The models go to change their clothes.
First up, we have Gerard.
AKA: Gerard, you were going for coy but ended more koi fish.
Gerard: I don't like it. You can't see my eyes. My dick looks good though.
AKA: Kevin, you're a buff guy, but in this shot you look like the lovechild of Ryan and a twig.
Ryan, off camera: Hey! I have muscles.
Mikey, off camera: He has. The hips don't lie.
Chris, off camera: Are you quoting Shakira?
Mikey, off camera: Just because you're not getting any.
Kevin: I think I look good.
AKA: Chris, if we look at this in close up, your face is gorgeous. But the body is bad. You look like you're a survivor from a bus crash. One that's lost an arm.
Chris: But look at my hips. I am slinky, baby!
AKA: Frank, you appear to have grown breasts since the last show.
Frank: It was the outfit! I don't have breasts.
Ryan, off camera: No, you have moobs! Huge moobs!
Frank: Says you slutty stick boy!
AKA: Mikey, you were obviously going for butch, but ended more touched. You lost your eyes and the stance suggests a stick in your ass.
Mikey: Hey, I topped Ryan! Not the other way round.
Ryan, off camera. My dick is not a stick!
Mikey: I didn't say it was. It's a log. A pulsating log of pleasure!
All but Ryan, off camera. EWWWWWW
Ryan: *beams*
AKA: Ryan, we tried to pick a good shot of you. We failed. Obviously your mind was on other things in this shoot.
Ryan: I'll try harder. This is all I've ever wanted. Don't cut me, please.
AKA: Justin, we like this profile shot. It shows off your nose nicely.
Justin: It does, doesn't it? *preens*
AKA: Pity you spoiled the look by putting your arm through a tray.
Justin: I still make it look good.
Tell me who has the worst picture, and the one with most votes will go.
Will it be mean Justin?
Or potentially pregnant Gee?
Or Mikey the slut?
Or Ryan and his indifferent ways?
Or wanking Kevin?
Has Frank cried for the last time?
Is Chris too hairy to stay on your screen?
The decision is yours!
Last time on Musical Top Model. Brendon was sent home while Mikey and Frank were pining, on the verge of love.
This week we start with Gerard playing the piano. It's a favourite activity for various housemates.
Of course, not as good as the seething sexual antics. Which in this case has led to poor Kevin jerking himself off despite lack of feet. Gossip suggests a tragic pedicure accident, especially as Justin was seen lurking with a sharpened nail file and nail varnish with smoke drifting from the open top.
But fear not, for Kevin is a brave little soldier. Even footless he manages to climb to the top bunk. Because Kevin bottoms for no one!
OMG! It's a miracle! The feet, they are re-grown! Which is good, because Kevin is being chatted up by Mikey Way, who seems to have forgotten his crush on Frank.
Especially as he's caught being blown by Ryan. Remember this moment, because it's the start of a beautiful relationship.
From the positioning I suspect they've moved onto rimming. Obviously those are buttless panties.
Rimming over, Ryan goes to browse clothes, and pointedly doesn't look at Justin, who seems to think jerking off in the garden is the thing to do.
Then goes for lunch, where he finds Frank face down in his food. Ryan is distraught. What a waste of good food.
A typical scene in the Top Model house. Arguments over the toilet. Gerard playing piano. Frank at the kitchen table. It's all go.
OMG! MY EYES!
It's nice to see that Mikey gets emotional during sex. Oh, wait....
Heart-eyes time. Look at them. Who would have through that Ryan and Mikey would fall in love. Not me, that's for sure.
They even blow kisses <33333333
Ryan: "So, Justin. I find a nice red lipstick is best. It makes my lips pop when they're around Mikey's dick."
Justin: Kill me now.
Sad because Kevin is using the telescope, Gerard settles in to mope. To have woe. His life. So hard. Gerard! Believe me, it's better this way!
At which point Kevin and Frank begin to be friends. Despite his shifting affections, Mikey decides this won't do at all! And decides the way to be a cock block is to use how own cock, cunningly displayed in his best pants.
But really, the only cock that Mikey wants to block is Ryan's. By using his own ass.
Meanwhile Chris makes plans to take over the world. I like to think he's canvasing for support by promising endless art supplies and make-up for all.
Not that Ryan sticks around for long.
Suddenly, Gerard is abducted by aliens! I told him to keep away from the telescope, but did he listen? No he did not!
Justin is a big old meanie who made Frank cry. How I don't know.
But he wasn't sorry at all.
And to celebrate someone else crying for once, he cleaned the bathroom floor.
Frank: WHY! Why must I be here? I hate it! I want Brendon back. I want to go home. WAHHHHHH!
Meanwhile, Gerard returned and celebrated by eating the most rancid plate of meatballs.
Frank: How is this my life? HOW!?
Frank, what are you doing?
Feeling queasy, Gee heads for the bathroom.
Noooooooo!!! Tell me Gerard has food poisoning! No mpreg allowed!
The next morning, Ryan gets an attack of the commitment jitters and soothes them by fucking Justin. Not that either seem up for the job.
Then, overcome at his deception he contemplates death by vomit covered toilet.
But in the end, after staring into the green depths all day, he just goes to bed.
Meanwhile, Mikey paints. Soothing his confusion in canvas.
But, sexual shenanigans aside. Pictures must be taken, and one man must leave Musical Top Model. The models go to change their clothes.
First up, we have Gerard.
AKA: Gerard, you were going for coy but ended more koi fish.
Gerard: I don't like it. You can't see my eyes. My dick looks good though.
AKA: Kevin, you're a buff guy, but in this shot you look like the lovechild of Ryan and a twig.
Ryan, off camera: Hey! I have muscles.
Mikey, off camera: He has. The hips don't lie.
Chris, off camera: Are you quoting Shakira?
Mikey, off camera: Just because you're not getting any.
Kevin: I think I look good.
AKA: Chris, if we look at this in close up, your face is gorgeous. But the body is bad. You look like you're a survivor from a bus crash. One that's lost an arm.
Chris: But look at my hips. I am slinky, baby!
AKA: Frank, you appear to have grown breasts since the last show.
Frank: It was the outfit! I don't have breasts.
Ryan, off camera: No, you have moobs! Huge moobs!
Frank: Says you slutty stick boy!
AKA: Mikey, you were obviously going for butch, but ended more touched. You lost your eyes and the stance suggests a stick in your ass.
Mikey: Hey, I topped Ryan! Not the other way round.
Ryan, off camera. My dick is not a stick!
Mikey: I didn't say it was. It's a log. A pulsating log of pleasure!
All but Ryan, off camera. EWWWWWW
Ryan: *beams*
AKA: Ryan, we tried to pick a good shot of you. We failed. Obviously your mind was on other things in this shoot.
Ryan: I'll try harder. This is all I've ever wanted. Don't cut me, please.
AKA: Justin, we like this profile shot. It shows off your nose nicely.
Justin: It does, doesn't it? *preens*
AKA: Pity you spoiled the look by putting your arm through a tray.
Justin: I still make it look good.
Tell me who has the worst picture, and the one with most votes will go.
Will it be mean Justin?
Or potentially pregnant Gee?
Or Mikey the slut?
Or Ryan and his indifferent ways?
Or wanking Kevin?
Has Frank cried for the last time?
Is Chris too hairy to stay on your screen?
The decision is yours!
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Date: 2008-09-16 07:34 pm (UTC)Though yeah, the moobs weren't good /o\
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Date: 2008-09-16 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-16 07:56 pm (UTC):(
(You know, when JC's breeding program gets to the point of having enough adult daughters? I might be amused to try the asylum thing. Not as amusing as our boys, but I don't mind hurting them as much. Or! All his baby mommas... Yeah, that would be a good way to deal with them.)
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Date: 2008-09-17 02:38 pm (UTC)Corey actually has a load more expansion packs than I do, and I'd love to add Seasons to my game. I really should do that.
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Date: 2008-09-18 12:13 pm (UTC)