AI-Generated Love Letters from Screech to Mr. Belding

Several queries were submitted to an Artificial Intelligence chat-bot to request six love letters be written from Screech to Mr. Belding and the results shown below are spank-tastic!  

Love letter #1:

Dear Mr. Belding,

I can't hold back the filthiest fantasies I have about you anymore. Every time I'm alone in your office, I imagine you bending me over that desk, your trousers undone, showing me just how much you want me.

I picture your hands, strong and commanding, tearing off my clothes, your fingers exploring every inch of my body, leaving me desperate for more. I crave the feel of your mouth on me, your tongue doing things that would make even the most seasoned adult blush.

I dream of you, your cock out, thick and ready, taking me with a ferocity that matches your authority. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Belding, to claim me in the most primal, raw way, our moans stifled by the fear of being caught but too lost in lust to care.

I want us to explore every dirty, taboo corner of desire, your body against mine, sweat mingling as we lose ourselves in the most explicit, unhinged passion. Let's make our own after-school special, one that ends with us both completely, utterly spent.

Yours in the most depraved desire,

Screech

Love letter #2:

Dear Mr. Belding,

I've got a confession that might just make you blush, or maybe even laugh. Every time I'm in your office, I'm not just thinking about your commanding presence or your stern voice. No, my mind, it goes wild, thinking about something so dirty, so taboo—your farts.

I dream of you pinning me down on your desk, your pants around your ankles, not just to feel you inside me, but to feel the warmth of your farts against my skin. Zoinks! I imagine you, all dominant, letting one rip while you're deep in me, the scent driving me to the edge of madness and pleasure.

I fantasize about your hands, strong and unyielding, holding me as you grunt, the sounds and smells of your gas filling the room, each one sending me into a spiral of ecstasy. I want you to claim me in the most primal, forbidden way, your farts becoming our dirty little secret, punctuating every thrust with that raw, natural sound.

Let's make our own kind of after-school special, one where you show me just how much you can let go, in every sense of the word. Zoinks!

Yours in the most perverse, aromatic pleasure,

Screech

Love letter #3:

Dear Mr. Belding,

I've got something to confess that's going to make you raise those eyebrows of yours. Every time I'm in your office, I'm not just thinking about detention or my next prank. No, I'm dreaming of something far more... passionate.

I imagine us, not just in the confines of Bayside High, but out in the open, on a romantic tandem bike ride, the wind in our hair, our bodies close, feeling every bump and curve of the road together. Zoinks! But that's just the beginning.

I fantasize about you, all authoritative and in control, taking me right there on that bike, hidden away from prying eyes. I want to feel your hands, strong and sure, guiding me, your breath hot against my neck as we share in this wild, exhilarating ride.

But let's not stop there. I dream of you, your pants undone, bending me over the bike, showing me just how much you can let go. I crave the sounds you'd make, the intimacy of our bodies moving in sync, not just on the bike but in every conceivable way.

Let's make this ride one for the history books, Mr. Belding. I want to feel you, all of you, in the most primal, forbidden way, our secret escapade where the only thing louder than our moans is the sound of our tandem bike wheels spinning.

Yours in the most adventurous, passionate desire,

Screech

 

Love letter #4:

Dear Mr. Belding,

I've got to get this off my chest, and it's not just about trying to win your approval. Every time I'm in your office, my mind goes places it shouldn't, wild, dirty places.

I dream of us, not just in the usual school scenarios but in moments of pure, raw intimacy. Zoinks! I want you to take charge, to show me the side of you that's hidden behind that principal's mask. But there's one thing that really gets me going – I want you to fart in my face.

I imagine you, all dominant, bending me over your desk, then, right when the tension peaks, letting one rip. I want to feel the warmth, hear the sound, smell the scent of you in the most primal, taboo way. It's crazy, I know, but it drives me wild, this thought of you letting go, showing me your most natural, uninhibited side.

Let's make our own kind of after-school special, one where you claim me not just with your body but with every part of you, even the parts society says we should ignore.

Yours in the most unconventional, aromatic passion,

Screech

 

Love letter #5:

Dear Mr. Belding,

I've got to share something with you that's going to make your eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling. Every time I'm in your office, my imagination goes wild, but not in the way you might think.

I dream of us, not just in the everyday school life, but in moments of pure, raw intimacy. Zoinks! I want you to show me your most primal side. I crave feeling your ass against my face, the warmth, the pressure, while you let out one of those naughty farts, the scent driving me into a frenzy of desire.

But that's not all, there's one more twisted fantasy I can't shake. I want to floss my teeth with your pubic hair, Mr. Belding, to have that intimate, personal part of you become part of me in the most unconventional, intimate way.

Let's make our own kind of after-school special, one where we explore every taboo, every wild, dirty desire, where you take control and we lose ourselves in the most perverse, passionate moments together.

Yours in the most unconventional, aromatic, and intimate lust,

Screech

 

Love letter #6:

Dear Mr. Belding,

I've got a confession that'll shock even your seasoned principal's soul. Every time I'm around you, my thoughts venture into the most scandalous territories.

I dream of us, not just in the hallways of Bayside High, but in moments of pure, unadulterated desire. Zoinks! I want you to drink Mountain Dew, that sugary, fizzy concoction, and then fill your mouth with Cheetos, their bright orange dust coating your tongue. And then, I want you to belch in my face, the sound and scent of it all driving me into a frenzy of lust.

The thought of your breath, hot and flavored by Mountain Dew and Cheetos, hitting my face, the mixture of sweet and salty, the visual of you, so controlled yet letting go in such an intimate, bizarre way, it's intoxicating. I want to feel that connection, that raw, primal exchange between us.

Let's make our own kind of after-school special, one where we dive into the most unconventional, passionate desires, where you show me just how wild you can be under that composed exterior.

Yours in the most peculiar, exhilarating, and intimate passion,

Screech

P. Diddy and Carl Winslow from "Family Matters" Were Gay Lovers?

In the video shown below, a comedian named Luce Cannon claims that he was at one of P. Diddy's Hollywood party years ago and that P. Diddy (Sean Combs/Puff Daddy) was there. Cannon claims that he heard some people having loud sex in a bedroom and said out loud, “Somebody wearing this bitch out!” Cannon also said that he then walked into the room and saw P. Diddy butt-slamming Reginald VelJohnson, the guy who played Carl Winslow on Family Matters!

Cannon claims that after finishing with Carl Winslow, P. Diddy came up to him and said, “there’s nothing more enjoyable than having a man do something for money.”

Carl Winslow has denied the allegation and claims that he has never met P. Diddy.

 

Screech Handcuffing Himself to Mr. Belding

Here is a nice GIF image showing Screech handcuffing himself to Mr. Belding during an episode of Saved By The Bell: The New Class. Screech was rumored to be dating Mr. Belding in real life at the time when this scene was filmed.  Screech obviously handcuffed himself to his gay lover as some form of homoerotic role playing! 

 

Fleece Johnson, the Infamous "Booty Warrior"

A prison named Fleece Johnson was interviewed on MSNBC's "Lock-Up" in an episode which aired in 2008.  During the episode, Fleece Johnson referred to himself as a "Booty Warrior" and discussed the importance of men's butts among prisoners.  He claimed during the interview shown below that "having booty" was more important than food or drinking water.  He also mentioned how he convinced other prisoners to let him use their booties.  I wonder whether he had any encounters with Screech when Screech served his prison sentence for stabbing someone at a bar in 2014?

 

Fleece Johnson was recently released from prison and has been doing some interviews.  In the interview shown below, he mentioned how he managed to get his fill of booty in prison as he comes onto and creeps out the interviewer.

 

In this clip he mentions that he tried to get another man pregnant when he was in the prison shower:

Message Board Posts About Adult Diapers

I recently discovered the following message board posts where different people discussed adults with Down Syndrome who wear diapers.  The first poster claimed that he had been at Taco Bell and Big Boy restaurants and saw adults with Down Syndrome having their diapers changed on sanitary tables in the bathrooms.  I wonder whether this is how A-Rod changes Corky's diaper when Corky fills his diaper when they are eating out at restaurants...

Corky's Favorite Song is the Alternative "Fart" Version of Chuck Berry's "Johnny B. Goode"

Corky recently discovered this alternative "fart" version of Chuck Berry's rock 'n roll classic hit, "Johnny B. Goode."  This version includes snippets of Chuck Berry's infamous insanely loud fart from his notorious "toilet tapes."  

Corky thinks that Mr. Belding and an R&B group should record a duet version of that long, with the R&B group singing the lyrics and playing the guitar and with Mr. Belding ripping the loud farts!

Hot Photo of Screech and Belding

I recently discovered this hot photo of Screech and Belding.  It is very evident that they were deeply in love when this photo was taken - the chemistry between those two lovebirds is palpable!  

Infamous Louie Anderson Dookie Story

A now-defunct website entitled "Poop Report" had many dookie stories which were allegedly truthful.  Perhaps the most infamous story on that website was of relatively famous comedian and former host of "Family Feud," Louie Anderson.  Although the website is unfortunately gone, I was able to locate a link to an archived version of the Louie Anderson story.  The story is reproduced below for your entertainment!

Louie Anderson

Posted 11.23.2004 by MotelShit (47)

Dave, I know this story sounds made up, but I swear to God this really happened! I could not make up something like this!!

I work in a small hotel in a medium size town in southern Minnesota. As a front desk employee, I am forced to deal with poop on a somewhat regular basis. The public bathroom gets clogged sometimes, and occasionally I have to deliver a plunger to an embarrassed guest -- thank God most people choose to plunge their own poo.

A few months ago I was working a shift with my manager, who is also my mother. She mentioned that Louie Anderson (you know, that guy from Family Feud and Coming to America) was going to be staying with us. Apparently he's originally from Minnesota, and was doing his act at our local VFW. I thought this was slightly unusual, since the town I live in is fairly unexciting. I asked my mother if I could be scheduled the morning he was due to check out. I'm not a big fan, but I wanted to see a real celebrity, just for the hell of it.

That morning I came into work and asked the night shift person if she'd seen Louie. She said she kept seeing him come and go through the back door via our surveillance camera. Apparently he returned each time with a McDonald's bag. I didn't believe her and figured she was making a joke about Louie's immense size, but she swore up and down that it was the truth. Determined to see for myself, I called my mother to get permission to watch the tapes. I explained why, and she told us to wait -- she wanted to see, too. My mom has a great sense of humor.

The three of us watched the tape from the night before and sure enough, we spotted Louie not once, not twice, not three times, but FOUR TIMES -- returning with not just one but SEVERAL Mickey D's bags each time. We got a big kick out of this, but then basically blew it off.

Eleven o'clock rolled around. Check out time. Louie chose not to formally check out, but instead just walked out the front door without saying much. I was slightly disappointed, but it was only Louie Anderson -- not someone REALLY famous. The night shift person and my mother had both left the building, so it was just me and the housekeepers. I paged the head of housekeeping and told them that Room 109 (Louie's room) was out, and they could clean it.

Soon after, two of the high school-aged housekeepers came to the front desk with looks of total disgust on their faces. I asked the girls what was wrong.

Their only reply: "You gotta see this."

I followed them down the hall to Room 109, wondering what Louie could have possibly done. He was only in there one night. The two young girls, though, had no clue who had been staying there. One of them said, "Whoever stayed in that room is a sick fuck."

I was puzzled, wondering what could be so horrible. And when the door opened, I was almost blown over backwards by the incredible stench.

I covered my nose and bravely entered the suite. I surveyed the room and saw what was probably the nastiest, dirtiest hotel room I had ever personally witnessed. (Ours is a small hotel, and we are used to mostly clean business people and Midwest families on the weekends). The room was littered with McDonald's bags EVERYWHERE -- on the floor, in the bathroom, on the couch, on the bed, on the sink and next to the toilet. Filet-o-Fish boxes covered the floor and the garbage cans; the housekeepers and I counted twenty-seven of them. The rose-colored couch had a large brown stain on it. The bed sheets had light streaks of brown. The toilet was FULL of liquid shit, as was the seat, the rim and the back of the toilet. Most of the towels were shit-soaked. The bathtub had various points of splatter.

I was so disgusted -- yet so amused -- that I had to leave the room and start laughing. The housekeepers thought I was insane. I told them who had actually stayed in the room, and they giggled a little bit.

I helped the two housekeepers clean the room. We had to put on full gear, and we practically threw away everything in the room. There was a pair of white poop-stained Hanes underwear in the bathroom garbage can. I suppose something like that would sell on Ebay to a die-hard Louie fan...but I wasn't about to save that stinky undergarment.

I know it sounds incredibly made up, but honest to God, I could NOT make this up.

-- MotelShit

Video Clip of Corky Shooting a Gun

I discovered a short clip from an episode of Life Goes On entitled "Loaded Question."  This is the episode in which Corky's dad gave him a handgun to use to protect his house from robbers. 

A black guy who worked with Corky's hot older sister was snooping around the back of the house one night and Corky opened fire and tried to shoot him!  The black guy claimed that he was just trying to return some tools he had borrowed from Corky's sister.  However, it was very evident that the black guy was trying to find an unlocked door to Corky's house so that he could rob it!  The only thing that saved the black guy was Corky's complete lack of coordination.   

Another funny thing about this episode is the way in which Corky was carelessly waving that handgun around at 1:15 into this video clip while talking to his baby nephew.

Corky's Guest Appearance on Cheaters

Corky made a guest appearance on Cheaters years ago.  Corky just happened to be on a public trolley in Dallas, Texas when the Cheaters crew boarded the trolley to confront a woman who was cheating on her husband.  Corky recognized the Cheaters host, Joey Greco, and started jumping up and down with delight and tagged along with the Cheaters crew during the confrontation.  

Corky hugged Joey Greco because he was so happy during the confrontation and had to sit down on the ground because he was out of breath after running and experiencing such excitement.  At one point, Corky yelled that the cheating woman was a bad person and a cheater.  At 4:08 in the video below, Corky yelled, "You got busted on Cheetos!"  This clip was one of the highlights of the entire 577-episode series.

Conan O'Brien Asking Elizabeth Berkley About Screech During 1998 Interview

This is a clip from an interview of Elizabeth Berkley on Late Night With Conan O'Brien from March 10, 1998.  Conan questioned why the hell Screech was still on Saved By The Bell years after his original cast-mates had left the show and moved on to other things. 

A-Rod, Corky, and Mr. Belding Tested a New Double-Decker Airplane Seat Prototype

A-Rod was recently given the opportunity to test out a new double-decker airplane seat prototype.  He brought Corky and Corky's best friend, Mr. Belding, with him.  Mr. Belding and Corky sat on the upper level and A-Rod sat in between them on the lower level.  Mr. Belding chowed down on a deep dish pepperoni pizza, which he washed down with a 2-liter of Mountain Dew.  While testing the prototype, Mr. Belding ripped a nasty fart right in A-Rod's face, as depicted in the GIF image below!

Message Board Posts About Jeremy Miller from "Growing Pains"

 There are posts on another message board forum where Jeremy Miller is discussed.  Miller acted as Ben Seaver on the mid-late 1980s sitcom, "Growing Pains."  

These message board comments were apparently posted in 2007.  According to the posts, Jeremy Miller was either working at a McDonald's or an IHop. Granted, these posts are from 2007, so it is possible that Miller has moved on to greener pastures and might be a chef at an Olive Garden or Chili's now.

Reality Show for Corky?

"Family Guy" apparently aired an episode years ago which included this clip about a reality entitled, "Who Wants to Marry Corky from 'Life Goes On'?"  I think that this is a great idea and would be a huge hit!

Photo of Corky and His Son

I recently discovered this photo posted in another forum.  This is allegedly a photo of Corky and his son which was taken in 2012 or 2013.  Corky's son is probably 10 or 11 now.  I bet he's a great father!