Caption This (21st Jan)

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Just Desserts

Special Guest Appearance Courtesy of The Body Swap Clique

I had gone shopping at my local WalMart store the other day and decided to browse through the magazine section. My eye caught a glimpse of a very handsome model on the cover of a men’s fashion magazine, one of a kind apparently since there were no others like it on the shelf. Upon closer inspection, I discovered the model was Matt Bomer, an actor I recognized from a few TV shows I had seen. I wasn’t particularly a fan of his but for some reason I had an overwhelming desire to buy the magazine and that compulsion and excitement only got deeper as I stood in line to pay for it.

I got to my house and set the magazine down on the table while I took off my jacket and went to hang it up. Imagine my surprise when, instead of the magazine I had purchased, I found a tabloid paper upon my return. How had that gotten there? The front page had a picture of the Amell cousins Robbie and Stephen rather than Matt. Curious, I opened the paper to find Matt on the second page yet every page after blank. Strange tabloid with only two stories in it.

Cavanaugh’s Celebrity Chatter

Matt Bomer: Sexiest Gay Man Alive?

Seanday Burn: Taking Your Medicine, The Prequel pt1

I followed Tony to the locker room, his vest was slick with sweat and clung to his back. I watched his ass pendulum back and forth in his shorts. Damn, had he been working out his glutes?

"Hey wait up!" I looked around to see my kid brother Jay calling. "You guys going already?"

"Jay, it's 2am, me and Tony need something to eat."

"Sweet, I'm starved. Can you sub me?"

"Again? Mom and dad have just left, have you spent your allowance already?"

"Kinda," Jay muttered.

"Jesus, they're away for the week!"

"Come on!" Tony yelled from around the corner. "I need burgers and fries!"

I jogged around the corner, glancing at my reflection in the mirror and ran face first into Tony's meaty chest. "Oof, fuck!" I groaned, bouncing off the man-mountain and falling backwards. He grabbed me, pulled me up, and my face planted itself into his chest. His smell almost knocked me out, two hours in the gyms worth. "Shit, you need a shower!"

Caption This (14th Jan)

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Tabloid News

Special Guest Appearance Courtesy of The Body Swap Clique

Tom was a lonely bitter man. At 63 he had no family or friends and only left his house to retrieve his mail. He lived vicariously through the gossip rags he subscribed to, the ones that dared profit on anything celebrity (and in some cases faux-celebrity) driven news, true or not.

One bright sunny morning he rushed to his mailbox to get the latest issue of US magazine only to find something else in its place. A brown paper package tied up with string greeted his eager eyes, leaving him quite disappointed that he now wouldn’t be able to find out if Liam and Miley were still a couple or if the Kardashians were hogging the spotlight again. Despondently he trudged back to his house, his day now being less cheerful than before.

Carelessly he threw this unwanted surprise package on his kitchen table, not even bothering to unwrap it to find out what was inside. This package, however, was not about to be ignored and Tom was plagued by curiosity until he could not help himself and he just had to find out what he had received.

Tearing through the wrapping after cutting the string revealed a newspaper he had never seen before.

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Robbie and Stephen Amell: Bitter Rivals?

Caption This (7th Jan)

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Guest Post: The Doppelganger

Guest Post by Anon.

"Hey Tyler great job playing on Friday!" I look up to see one of the older football coaches looking towards my direction. Confused at first, I turn to see no one behind me. Then I turn to see the coach in front of me.

"Sorry about not congratulating you on the win but I ended up having to leave the game early and I tried to catch you in the locker room before but you looked busy. Wait you were still in the locker room when I left. How'd you get out here already?"

I'm really dumbfounded at this point, and manage to stare blankly towards the coach. Luckily the coach continues on. "Oh you kids these days, I'm getting too old." He chuckles as I do the same so I don't make the situation more awkward then it is. He then goes to say he has to go do something, and congratulates me one more time and pats me on my back.

I'm left standing there still confused as hell. A headache begins as I scratch my head. As I'm scratching I feel short cropped hair. My hair is longer then this. "Fuck." I curse to myself as I figure out what had just happened.

As I try to locate the nearest bathroom, several other students I never talk to come up to me and either smile, nod or even congratulate me on the game.

Coming into the bathroom the mirror is directly in front of me and my suspicions are right. "Holy shit I can't believe this happened again." I say as I grab my face and push my hand through the short hair. The reflection of my schools quarterback greets me. I open up my jacket to find my t shirt straining against the fabric, holding back Tyler's muscles.

Before anyone else has a chance to see, I duck into a stall and transform back into myself. To my relief my own reflection greets me as I head out of the bathroom.

Seanday Squirt: Not Right

I was walking through Central Square, when I saw something that made my gut wrench. My bro', Josh was sitting with that queer from school. Damnit, that was the last straw. He'd been acting weird for the past few days. The other guys hand't noticed, he knew everything, played football--as he always did, but there was something different.

Caption This (31st Dec)

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The Date

By Carlos Palanca

“You’re going down, man!” exclaimed Lucas as he turned his black cap around, putting the visor behind his head.

“Oh, please!” replied Conner. “You couldn’t beat me even if your life depended on it!”

“Yeah right!” said Lucas sarcastically.

Lucas and Conner are best friends and at the same time, roommates in their apartment, which is located a block away from the university that they attend to. Just a month ago, as they were on a camping trip, they found a naked guy, lying around the woods. They though that the man was dead but it turns out that the guy was a bodysuit! They only read something about it online but they never really thought that these things exist. Now, they take turns using the suit and having fun with it. The even got a hot girlfriend for the guy, with either Lucas or Conner in control of course.

Now, Tanner, the name of the guy/bodysuit has a date with Kate, the girlfriend. The two best friends are settling who will be the one who will be wearing the suit and both of them are very eager to be the one who will wear Tanner.

St. Stephen's Day

St. Stephen’s Day is celebrated throughout the world in different ways. Just another religious holiday usually but this year was going to be decidedly different. St. Stephen had decided to visit the mortal world.

Joel was just another teenage nerd that the jocks of his school loved to pick on. He was a bright kid, not terribly bad looking in a lanky “he’ll grow into his body” kind of way, and always willing to help other people. He loved superheroes and had quite an impressive collection of comic books.

Rick was the QB and of course the most popular guy in school. He was older than Joel as he was a senior and Joel was just a lowly freshman. He had all the advantages: handsome, athletic, from a wealthy family, and colleges clamoring after him, even if his SAT scores placed him in the “not very bright” group.

Rick loved to torment Joel, except when he needed help with his school work. He would ooze charm and friendliness towards the nerd to get what he wanted, acting like they were best bros. And of course, Joel always capitulated and helped his biggest nemesis. That was just the type of guy Joel was.

Rick had managed to get Joel to do his advanced calculus homework for him, promising to get him into the biggest invite-only party coming up on the weekend. And yup, you guessed it, Rick had absolutely no intention of letting “nerd boy” anywhere near him or his friends at the party. Joel was crushed when Saturday rolled around and Rick was nowhere to be found. Rick meanwhile was laughing with his friends at Joel’s expense. Coincidently enough, Saturday also happened to be St. Stephen’s Day.

Seanday Ready: Scrubs up well

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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"Ahh, sir. Nice to see you again," the shopkeeper smiled. "I assume you're here to look for something for the party?"

I bit on my lip, "Yeah last year was a really amazing."

"We have a couple of new deals," the shopkeeper looks at me thoughtfully. "As you're a regular customer."

"Tell me more," I grinned.

"Well for a standard deal, we've extended the rental to a month."

"Wow! That's generous, anything else?"

"You can purchase an identity, but it's expensive. $25k."

I sucked in my breath, "That's steep."

He smiled, "But you don't have to pay until after you've accepted your new identity."

The wheels in my head started to turn. If I became a millionaire, $25k would only be a drop in an ocean. "I like that idea. Show me what you have on offer."

"Sure," the shopkeeper pulled out a binder and flipped through some pages. He turned the book around, "have a look through these see if there's anything that interests you."