Dustin Diamond would apparently occasionally post in the dustindiamond.com guestbook. The posts were typically rants where he would complain usually about Max Goldberg, but he actually complained about me one time! Here is a tribute to posts written under the name "Dustin Diamond" in the dustindiamond.com guestbook.
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Guys, I need to share a story. Back in 2005 I was doing a long haul run that took me through Wisconsin. It was Christmas Eve, and I have no family, and I have to say being on the road on Christmas Eve, hauling a truckload of Hickory Farms gift baskets. I pulled into truck stop outside of Milwaukee to take a dump and get some chow. When I went into the bathroom I felt like I’d left earth. There were Christmas lights everywhere, a little Christmas tree, and neon pink and green lights flashing everywhere. There was a little boom box set up and it was playing the Saved by the Bell theme song on repeat. Out of nowhere Screech popped out of a stall, wearing this incredibly fruity Christmas themed Zubaz pants with no ass, and a lime green and pink striped muscle shirt with Santa on it. He greeted me with a Merry Christmas and asked if I needed a stall. When I said I did he said he was happy I had joined him on Christmas Eve as it was a slow night. I went into a stall and began taking a shit, and he told me he always got lonely on Christmas Eve. I began ripping ass and this really cheered him up. He told me I could really play a tune with my ass. When I asked what he was doing there on Christmas Eve he said he was an unpaid bathroom attendant, and he was trying to earn some tips to pay for a computer so he could build his own website. He began rambling about how he was going to show this person and that person how Screech took care of business. At that point I let a ton of diarrhea fly, and he began applauding and told me the only person with louder farts and a better diarrhea spray he’d heard was Mr. Belding. I said thanks and the next thing I knew that ass goblin was in the stall tounging my shit ridden anus clean. At the same time he gave me a masterful hand job. It was surreal. The neon lights flashing, the theme song blaring, and Screech servicing me like a pro! Now I’m not a gay man, but I jizzed powerfully after about 30 seconds of his masterful touch. After cleaning me up he got me dressed again and wished me a merry Christmas. As I left I dropped a $20 in his little hat and that really perked him up. He said that would go a long way to paying for his website. Personally I wondered if he hadn’t bought all that Christmas stuff for the bathroom if he could have bought a computer and whatever he needed with that? As I went to leave I was met by some angry girl. She was pretty chubby and told Screech she needed money for more Beef N Cheddars. (This truckstop had a 24/7 Arby’s). She saw the $20 and snatched it up, then went back to the Arby’s. I got in my truck and saw a sad Screech standing in the bathroom door waving goodbye. It was snowing a bit and the only other car was a 1977 rusty Gremlin I assumed was him I pulled out of there with my penis and ass needs satisfied, but I felt a bit sad for that decrepit ass goblin.
Tex, it’s truly the most wonderful time of the year, and what a festive memory you have to savour!
Personally, I used to frequent a truck stop in the same area as I always went for double pay on Xmas ever whilst selling toner on that stretch of road. Every year since 1997 I have stopped in there to see screech as a Chris tax treat and bring cheer. You are correct, there are many decorations and plasticky winter wonderland scenes and I typically had a few ‘festive logs’ to share with him. They were mostly sloppy and I got quite violent when crimping one out so I would often knock over the Christmas tree and shit on the walls, but screech would always crawl after me, tongue first!
I agree it was surreal, the truck stop I frequented was almost abandoned and was lucky to have one or two coast to coast trucks per night, if that. Especially as it was on an old interstate road that had been taken out by a bypass. I wonder why he went there, rather than somewhere wet and wild?!
Maybe he was just having some downtime before he hit up one of the rowdier places closers to Wisconsin?
Anyway, I am going to be really sad that screech will not be there this year, even last year, he still found the strength to make it. Perhaps I should go for old times sake and see if I can drop Troy and get a tongue bath of his ghost?
Tex, that is a fantastic story! However, I think that Screech scammed you to a certain extent, as he’s Jewish - he probably had a Christmas theme in the men’s room to try to elicit sympathy tips from truckers. But it appears as though you had a lovely encounter with him which you will remember fondly for the rest of your life. I also happened to run into him a couple years ago at a rest stop near Madison, Wisconsin. My wife and I were driving to the Wisconsin Dells water park when we made a pit stop. I went into the men’s room because i really needed to relieve my bladder. Screech was wearing an ill-fitting cheap suit with a bow tie and had a tray of little bottles of cologne, breath mints, and paper towels. I was weird to see Screech working as an unpaid bathroom attendant as a highway rest stop, but I figured he must be desperate for money. Anyhow, Screech told me I could use any of the urinals to go #1 or the stalls to go #2. So I went up to a urinal and started peeing. I had recently drunk about two liters of Mountain Dew, so I was taking one hell of a piss. Screech congrated me on being an “expert pisser.” I thought that was a creepy thing to say, so I ignored it. Then, all of a sudden, I expelled a nasty wet fart. Screech immediately exclaimed, “Zoinks!” and then dropped to his knees behind me and started sniffing my ass as though we were both dogs. I could really feel his hook nose pressed up against by anus! I’m not gay on anything like that, but it felt quite pleasurable. I then farted again and Screech doubled over and fell into a puddle of urine near one of the other urinals. Screech then had some type of homosexual seizure as he started shaking and then moaning in exquisite pleasure while jizzing into his pants! I was freaked out at this point, so I zipped up and washed my hands. I saw Screech looking in my direction as he lay in a puddle of urine, so pretended to leave him a tip. Instead, I left him a coupon for mouthwash- his breath smelled like baked ass, so he probably put that coupon to good use.
Hi everyone. The first time I saw the movie Home Alone I was entranced by the character Marv. I felt a tingling in my nether regions like I’d never felt before. His long face, hook nose, and Jew Fro turned me on so much! To me he is a much funnier and handsome Screech. Does anyone feel similar? Does anyone know if he ever hits up the truck stop/rest area/dumpster scene? I’ve been far to shy to hit up those queer scenes. But I’m thinking this year, especially during the Christmas season, that I may need to break out my Marv costume and try and hook up with some friendly truck stop folks. I have a friend who worships the Home Alone character “Buzz” and is very interested in joining me. Would we be welcome?
Marv, glad to see you are getting into the holiday spirit! There have been a few marvs on the scene this time of year, but they generally have to stick to a few motifs. As a ‘wet bandit’ you are expected to be into piss play and greedily guzzle down litres of old man piss from various patrons of Pizza Hut and Burger King. Also, instead of being directly involved in dumpster orgies, you are expected to be a bit further back with an accomplice, leering and rubbing one out from inside a van.
Finally, as your speciality is clogging drains, this role is now usually for a wider middle aged guy who can pack a toilet bowl full of massive turds from one sitting - young whippersnappers never get the ‘character’ fully. As a part of this, when you are finally able to get some hot man on man action at a dumpster, you are also expected to be into toilet paper play! This means that you rub used toilet paper with shit on that the rowdy dumpster guys have left on the toilet bowl and not flushed on your face and use them as sexual devices. Some dumpster parties have a single makeshift toilet to be shared among 30 or 40 characters and truckers so you will really be in at the deep end.
What do you say Marv?! Is this how it’s going to go down with you? And I’ve never seen a Buzz on the scene! I wonder what he’ll bring to the table.has he mentioned anything to you about it?
I rented an apartment in West Hollywood in 1997. Screech rented an apartment across the hall at the same time. Screech was not a good neighbor has he was often making a lot of noise. At first, would practice playing guitar in the middle of the night. I am a fairly sound sleeper, so it did not disturb me, although I know that several other residents on the floor hated Screech because he would wake them up. In late July 1997, I walked out of my apartment to throw garbage down the trash chute when I saw Mr. Belding walking down the hallway toward Screech's apartment. Mr. Belding was holding a big case of Mountain Dew as well as a couple pizzas from Pizza Hut. I assumed that Mr. Belding was there just hanging out with his Saved By The New Class buddy. However, I was watching an Angels baseball game on the tv in my apartment when I heard a commotion coming from Screech's apartment. I heard a few belches followed by a couple ridiculously loud farts and some moaning. I can't be certain, but it sounded like there was some type of ass-play going on in Screech's apartment! I then heard what sounded like someone being repeatedly pushed against the door followed by utterances of "Zoinks!" and realized that Screech was likely be ass-slammed against the door my Mr. Belding's huge dong! A half hour later, I was leaving to go meet my girlfriend for a date when Screech's door opened and a ripe stench filled the hallway - it smelled like a stinky anus! What was that all about???
AssHawk, thank you for all the feedback. I have a friend at work who is very into Home Alone and loves the Joe Pesci “Harry” character. He works as a service tech and drives a company van. I spoke with him and he said he’d be into hitting up the dumpster scene with me. I showed him your comments and he got very excited about the idea of lurking in the van, leering at a dumpster party, and jerking off. We are both straight men, but feel a draw towards participating in that scene. He is figuring out how to properly cover the vans company decals. He said he may even try and put the name of the plumbing company from the movie over top. My other buddy is a die hard Buzz fan. He has his hair just like the character and loves going around bullying people. He said he wants to go as well, but that he won’t watch from the van. He really wants to bully people and scare people with his tarantula. All of the amazing Christmas tales have gotten me into a really festive mood! I love the idea that I can have fun by leering , and jerking off from the safety of a van, as I’d be too nervous to dive right in to the action. It will also be great that a good friend will be in the van with me. The Buzz guy can report back on how intense the action is closer to the dumpsters. I’m thinking in real life the wet bandits van would have reeked of ass. Those guys lived in it, and they likely didn’t eat healthy foods. My plan is to bring along some Pizza Hut pizzas so we can blast ass and really ripen up the van. We will also play the Home Alone soundtrack in the van which will really get me in the mood. My buddy who will be playing Harry believes he may get the urge to be a bootie bandit if the conditions are right, but I’m way to nervous to think about that. Wish us luck guys! We will be hitting up a local truck stop Friday night. I’ll report back!
Larry, I have to say that is one lovely story you shared. This board really has gotten in the Christmas spirit in sharing stories about Screech. It must have been amazing to first hand see a Mr. B booty call! Larry, did you hear anything else, like Mr. B calling Screech a hooknosed loser or any other pet names he had for him? It must have been so cool to hear those loud farts, and then some ass slamming. I myself would have been so turned on by that, and the stench of ripe anus. I likely would have been lurking by the door jerking off, and trying to see if I could peek at the hot action through the keyhole, or peephole.
Marv, I’m sure as a first timer you’ll enjoy yourself immensely. You say you’re straight, but I doubt that will be the case after this weekend. It’s nearly impossible to attend a dumpster party and remain straight. I love the idea of a Marv and Harry showing up as the Wet Bandits. The cool thing is if all goes well you can also show up as my favorite, the Sticky Bandits! Good luck buddy!
Birch, I mainly heard the sounds of belches, loud farts, and ass-slamming that first time! But I do recall hearing a whip sound followed by utterances of "Zoinks!" The next day I saw a car antenna in the garbage room. I put two-and-two together and have to assume that Screech was being whipped with that car antenna, probably in his ass or balls1
Another time I remember hearing a rumbling sound coming from his door. It sounded kind of like an earthquake, which wouldn't be too surprising seeing as how we were living in Los Angeles. However, I would only hear that rumbling sound from Screech's apartment. Someone told me that they thought that Mr. Belding was in there ripping ass against the door, but it seemed like mere speculation to me.
I do recall one time in the fall of 1997 where I heard a party coming from Screech's apartment. Then, all of a sudden, it sounded like someone was selling computers over the phone, which was a bit odd. Then I heard some moaning and it sounded like someone was being sucked off while someone else was taking it in the ass! 15 minutes later, I happened to look through the peephole and saw Zack Morris and his dad leaving Screech's apartment. Zack's dad was carrying a huge cordless phone...
So this site is for real and oh my god you’ve been going for 20 years????? Now I know where Reddit goes to die
U just come from the LGR Patreon too? This site is fucked up more than donkey dick!
Hey guys, welcome to the blog! Feel free to post your own gay fantasies about Screech from Saved by the Bell or any other celebrities. After Screech’s sudden and unfortunate death earlier this year, we moved on to gay fantasies involving A-Rod and his abusive gay lover, Corky from Life Goes On. But a treasure trove of hot posts in the dustindiamond.com guestbook was recently recovered from an apparently forgotten backup drive and was made publicly accessible many years after originally being deleted from that website. So the last two posts here were created to pay homage to that legendary website.
‘Lol’ if that is your real name, you are a brave dude coming into this cobra pit of macho males and making a scene like that! If you and ‘anonymous’ have come from LGR, then I am sure you fantasise about geeks like LGR farting into their cargo Pants then you crawlin over to smell the ripe must!
As Kurt said this is a forum for hot posts and not for spam…I sure would like to whip your balls!
The other day I was in a sports bar with a couple of old college baseball teammate having a few beers and chatting up some hot chicks when a guy came up to the group and said he was known as ‘Lol’ and was a ‘big deal’ on the LGR patreon site and on this board.
He was really effeminate and had a huge jewfro, a pink tank top and some really bright Zubaz trousers, the type you saw in the early 90s but he started hitting on the girls , even though he was obviously gay. He was getting really aggressive towards them And said me and my mates only had ‘half of the masculinity’ he had.
I think he was obviously looking for a fight because as soon as my buddy chad got him in a headlock he fell on the floor and was thrashing about in some sort of huge orgasm. I had to come on this site to see if it was true and to warn the rest of the posters on here what he is like!
We all left him
Is anyone interested in unboxing and revising the Legend of Zelda NES game? We can play the game for a couple hours and reminisce about how fun that game was to play when we were kids. Afterwards, we can tongue each other’s anuses. Let’s hook up.
Ass Breath, I’ll gladly play Zelda with you! Afterwards we can have a cock sword fight while we watch a few erotic SBTB episodes!
Ass Breath, let’s meet up with some of these guys and have some fun. We can play Zelda, have a cock sword fight, then shove old Colecovision joysticks up their asses. Then we can press our asses to other side of their faces and rip numerous farts, sending them straight to jizzing all over the place. Cmon guys, let’s make it happen! When we can pencil you in?
I think it would be fun to hook up with a gamer and stroke each other's cocks while eating deep dish pizza while watching old He-Man cartoons. Then we would play Donkey Kong and I would sit bare-assed on the gamer's be pillow while ripping heinous farts until his pillow reeks of the smell of anus. Then I would play "hide the salami" with the gamer before jizzing onto his Frogger t-shirt.
Ok I’ll bite. You guys are so weird you are now making gaming fantasies. Extra points for bringing in a Colecovision though. Also I am pretty sure you would LOVE me to dress up in a tank top but it isn’t happening. I pity you lot, every day for two decades, ripping on actors and sportspeople that have done more in one day than you have done in your whole sad existence.
And to that other dude, yes it was the patron - good episode on Friday too
Lol, this is a difficult season for us as we continue mourning the death of our queer icon Screech. I notice once you found this safe space for people to share homoerotic tales you kept returning. That’s how it works. Once you’re here, and you read a few of these sordid tales of truck stop love, or read tales about the ongoing saga between Corky, A Rod, and Mr. B, you’re hooked. I bet you’re spending every minute at your 1993 Packard Bell 486 hitting refresh over and over just waiting for a response to your post. It’s ok. We’ve all been there. For many of us it happened when we found the original board that’s referenced above. I recommend you hop right in and post some tales of your own. You can even include man on man sexual experiences that involved you dressing as your favorite video game characters. Occasionally at a dumpster party I will see a Mario getting teabagged by a Sonic the Hedgehog! I also encourage you to get out and find your local truck stop or dumpster scene. This time of year is very festive. Last night I was at a truck stop. It was lit up for Christmas and there were even a few Santa’s. Two were spitroasting a Screech. Another was whipping a guy dressed as the nerdy character from the show Step by Step in the nuts with a rusty car antenna that was decorated as a candy cane! It was super erotic. If you need any tips just let us know!
I attended a dumpster party last month in which most people were dressed as old-school video game characters. I dressed up as a Mario and my buddy went as Luigi. There was some random dude there dressed as Q-Bert. The Luigi and I had gorged on deep dish pizza at a pre-party. When I saw the Q-Bert, I pulled down my pants and then positioned the Q-Bert’s snout with my anus and then ripped a powerful pepperoni fart into his snout! The Q-Bert utter “Zoinks” and then fell over while having some type of homosexual seizure while jizzing himself in exquisite pleasure! Luigi then took a dump into the snout. We then high-fived each other and I made out with a Ms. Pac Man.
Whatever, man.. I still say that guy needs a parking cone shoved up his ass..
I was really getting into that nostalgic Xmas spirit until you came on the board lol. However, you have massively spiced up the board, which I don’t think was your intention!
I think I may have seen you before at the northwestern computer exhibition in fall. Were you the guy that was there with a skintight, homemade T-shirt of a topless LGR and you were angry at the security guards because they wouldn’t let you in the VIP area? Was it also you that got angry and loudly told them you were a VIP and started telling them about how the YouTubers would know who you were because ‘you had just roasted the Dustin diamond forum’ and were famous? I think I also recall them laughing and throwing you out and I subsequently saw you farting into your hands and smelling it?
Either way, this got me on a wider question I want to ask the regulars…are there VIP areas at dumpster parties? Y’know places where local celebrities can get hardcore anal action with over vips without the commoners getting involved?
I heard that a group of gamer weirdos are writing code for a meta-verse alternate reality where Screech is alive. Apparently you wear a virtual reality head set and then you are back on the rowdy Saved By The Bell show. You can walk the halls and run into Mr. Belding lifting weights in the bathroom, mere feet from where students are peeing and taking dumps. You can also visit Mr. Dewey’s science lab and catch Kevin the Robot sodomizing Screech while Screech explains “Zoinks!” repeatedly. You apparently will also be able to pee into Screech’s Jew-fro, fart in his face, and have him service your penis and ass needs to your heart’s content. Thank heavens the gamers are busy working on this for the deranged homosexual fanbase of Screech Powers!
Lol, can you confirm Anus Goblins comments?! That would be the best invention in the last 50 years!
look at the names, ass breath, anus goblin, ass hawk, crotch. if it werent so tragic i would laugh. 'Kurt' is the most normal name on here, and he's the damn perv owner!
Lol, that was a terrible thing for you to write about me. I thought that we, as a society, had moved past hurtful name calling such as use of labels such as "perv" or "pervert." We are in the midst of cultural revolution in the western world and what may have been considered perversion 20 years ago in now understood to be perfectly normal behavior. For example, in the year 2000, it was commonly believed that a man who wore a dress and pretended to me a woman was a weirdo, but now we all know that this is normal human behavior. I also remember a dorky kid from high school who supposedly stole jock straps from the locker room after wrestling practice and I heard that he would sniff them while pleasuring himself - I thought that kid was a degenerate sicko, but now I know better. Lol, I really hope you can educate yourself so that you stop writing such mean and hurtful things out of pure ignorance.
Hey Lol, you sound hot - Let's Assfuck - I could furiously hump your winking knot-hole of love while I rip your hair out by its roots as I whisper sweet nothings into your dumbo-sized ears.. At this point you will probably be begging & screaming for mercy, which you will not receive.. Instead, I will then anally penetrate you from behind with a red-hot fireplace poker and then piss in your face.. xo
The other day me and lol went to go and have a picnic and play catch in the park.. After throwing the ball around for a little while we got bored so we decided to go behind the bushes and fuck. First, I sucked on his tiny little cock and then I licked his balls and asshole and then I started to stuff frankfooters up his rectum and then I gave him an enema and then he farted out gooey lumps of diarreah mixed with ketchup in my face. It left me wanting more!
Lol, at the 2021 Pepperoni Fart Championship I placed 2nd, behind only legendary Steve Anus. I’m offering to hit up the Steamworks in Boystown Chicago. You may know it from the recent Jussie Smollet trial, where he admitted to having hot man love at that exact location! I’d like you to meet me there. We will sit in the sauna where I will devour a large Lou Malnati’s deep dish pepperoni pizza. Shortly after I will begin ripping my prize winning farts. They will quickly fill the room, which I’m sure will turn you on. The stench will seep into your pores, helped by the steam. This will ensure you perspire my hot fart stench for days afterwards. If you’re lucky I will then let you service my penis and ass needs. I’m a big time celebrity in the Chicago queer scene so we can get in Steamworks for free. I just give the door man a nice little whiff of the goods and we get in no charge. When can we meet up? You’re likely jizzing all over your computer by now!
I want to eat out all of your asses. I won’t wear a mask as I want to feel the heat from warm farts directly on my skin. There is a good chance that I will inhale a huge amount of E. coli bacteria which will give me diarrhea. I’ll make a watery dookie afterwards!!!!!!!!!!
Dear Loli-PoP, you are a golden god and a much-needed semen-soaked superhero to us gay golliwogs during these troubled times, and I would very much like to fuck you in your asshole and then to spray my warm, watery, sweet corn kernal-infested diarrhea all over your head and hair.
Fauci, you shitstain. You aren’t welcome in any rest stop, truck stop, or any other queer hangout. I was recently forced to wear a mask on my ass when flying, as they said Tony Fauci mandated anus covers to “stop the spread”. Stop what spread? The delicious stench of my world famous pepperoni farts? You deprived a plane full of people of the homoerotic treat if a lifetime!
LOL, you seem like a great guy. We should get together and watch some episodes of Saved By The Bell and Step By Step. We can stroke each other's cocks and jizz into each other's hair. I love you.
I saw Lol at a dumpster party last weekend. He showed up with that poster Marv in the Wet Bandits van! He really took a good ass pounding from Buzz and an AC Slater while Marv and Harry leered from their van, and jerked off vigorously! I knew it was Lol as he introduced himself right before I jump farted in his face, causing him to fall to the ground, go into wild convulsions, and jizz his Zubaz pants!
I’ll admit this site has some spice to it. I’ve found myself driving past random jizz stained dumpsters on my way to work each day and wondered what kind of deranged antics had gone on the night before. The idea of someone playing with my joystick, while I cram old Commodore 64 parts into a deranged mans anus has me pretty turned on!
I’m happy to report an early Christmas miracle has occurred. The last few weeks Mr. B has really been down in the dumps. This is the first Christmas he will celebrate without his lover/sex slave Screech. He has only been eating one or two extra large Pizza Hut deep dish pizzas a day, and Monday he only downed one two liter of Mountain Dew. Thankfully he has Corky as his best friend. Corky first arranged for both Zoinks and Zubaz to spend Christmas with their Dad at A Rod’s mansion. Mr. B was very happy to see his boys. But this only cheered him up a bit and he reminisced about the good old days when he had Screech to take care of his every penis and ass need. Today Corky’s second surprise hit. The one and only AC Slater showed up, to spend Christmas with the Big Bopper. Corky demanded A Rod install more bunk beds so he, Mr. B, Zoinks and Zubaz, as well as Slater could share a room. A Rod not wanting a beating quickly had the new furniture delivered and set up. Then tonight they hit the town sans A Rod. Slater put in his best acid washed jeans, and lime green muscle shirt, and they went out to hit up the Miami Christmas dumpster scene. Upon arriving they found that somehow Corky had set up a SBTB dumpster party, Christmas style. There were decorated Christmas trees, as well as a few dozen Screech’s, a few Milo’s, Zack’s Dad, Mr. Turtle, Mr. Dewey, Coach Sonski, Leon Carosi, Coach Rizzo, Max, Gem Diamond, Kelly’s grandfather, Chief Papuku and members of the tribe, as well as a tranny dressed as Mrs. Powers who was riding around on a bike. Slater and Mr. B went right to action and grabbed the closest Screech. A loud Zoinks rang out as they quickly ripped off his shoddy Zubaz and began spitroasting him. Corky, Zoinks, and Zubaz also joined into the fray and within seconds Corky was strangling a Screech with his filthy diaper, and Zoinks and Zubaz were getting ass slammed by a Coach Rizzo, and Zack’s Dad. As Mr. B really pounded at the ass of the Screech someone crawled out from under the dumpster, and Mr. B lit up with joy as he realized it was Rod Belding! They began having a cock swordfight in the Screech’s ass, while Slater drilled his mouth, then dropped trough, turned around, and left a heinous burrito fart in the Screech’s face. Corky then came over and made the Screech lick his dirty butthole, then Slater let loose one of his patented diarrhea sprays. Really coating the Screech with liquid feces. As Corky and Slater jerked off on the Screech’s Jew Fro Mr. B and Rod both ejaculated all over Screech’s back, then high fived! Mr. B yelled out he was hungry and A Rod’s driver quickly went to the trunk and brought out numerous piping hot Pizza Hut pepperoni pizza’s and a few two liters of Mountain Dew. Let’s just say the night went on from there, and by morning the dumpsters were a biohazard site coated with blood, piss, semen, shit, and other HIV+ bodily fluids. Thankfully the boys were all back in their bunk beds getting some well deserved rest. A true Christmas miracle!
*sigh* I am not sure why i came back on here, but it has not surprised me in the slightest it has went the way it has. I bet if I come on here in 2041 it will still be the same incels typing the same stuff. I am signing off for good with a merry Christmas and some advice - look at yourselves in the mirror, then look outside. There’s more to life Than weird fetishes.
Inside man, I love the way zoinks and zubaz visited but he still placed his P&A needs above everything else. I am sure he looked on in pride as they hit up the dumpster scene though - I bet he had such massive blue balls and roared like a massive rhino at the climax. I am surprised at corky…normally he can’t tie his shoelaces but to hear he has organised such a complex party is such a huge festive turn on. What an Xmas present that must have been!!!
Ballwhipper, I have heard that Corky used the services of a party planner named Ramone who arranged much of the dumpster party. But reaching out to Slater, Zubaz, and Zoinks, was all Corky. I saw it as wonderful, as for the first time Mr. B and his sons got to spend time together at a dumpster party. A real bonding experience. Today being Christmas Eve Mr. Belding proclaimed there would be no dumpster fiestas, and instead everyone including Rod Belding (that was actually the real Rod Belding that crawled out from under a dumpster) have hung out watching funny Christmas movies, while eating a massive feast of Taco Bell and Pizza Hut. The Mountain Dew has been flowing like water, and numerous belching and farting contests have occurred, making the house stink like anus. A Rod isn’t happy with this and Corky demanded that he better make sure there are plenty of gifts for everyone to open Christmas morning. So A Rod has been out shopping. It sounds like a really family festive scene. Slater has really been showing off his amazing farting skills that rival those of Mr. B. No one comes close to Mr. B’s belching prowess. What an amazing Christmas!
Lol, you just don’t get it, do you? I am a millionaire several times over and enjoy posting here - it is a hobby to read and post my own gay fantasies. We all have hobbies and it is human nature to fantasize from time to time. Just because my fantasies involve Mr. Belding treating Screech as a sex slave or Corky from Life Goes On manhandling A-Rod doesn’t make me or any of the other regulars a bad person. You reside in an echo chamber with video game players. You might find this hard to believe, but many people think video games are a colossal waste of time and such an endeavor is partaken primarily by losers who couldn’t get laid in a morgue.
Does anyone need a bicycle for the New Year? I own a bicycle shop in Manhattan and repair and sell all types of bicycles. I have gotten quite a bit of ass there as well - the customers just love me. I have been with one of my lovers, Dudley, for 40 years now. Dudley is a great guy and is busy preparing for his 49th birthday in a couple weeks. Maybe lol needs a new bike or wants to massage my wrinkled balls?
Always good to hear from Mr. Horton on Christmas Eve!! Lol, you are a lucky man to have a hot offer like that on the table! Boys, I’ve been up to my eyeballs in man ass for over a month now. I’m a bit sad there is only a week to go before I’ve got to hit the road again. But this has been one heck of a well deserved vacation! We are fully booked at the Iowa 80 truck stop through New Years but I wanted to stop in and say Merry Christmas. Next year I hope to see everyone here, and encourage you to stay from Thanksgiving through New Years. It’s the only way to truly have your every penis and ass need met. It really helps rejuvenate one from a year of long haul trucking. Lol, you are especially invited. There is nothing better then chowing down on fast food, then getting your ass eaten by an enormous trucker with BO problems. There are of course hundreds of people in various themed outfits. Screech is the most popular, and I’m still crossing my fingers Mr. Belding makes a special appearance. I’d say the second most popular this year is Elvis. Merry Christmas everyone!
25 years ago today I disowned my son Dustin. Everyone needs to know I had no choice. That Christmas Dustin told me “Mr. Belding” was coming home with him for Christmas. When they arrived I found Mr. Belding very pleasant, and Dustin was as annoying as ever. He kept calling him “Chief” and was wearing the same stupid clothes he wore on the show. He also said “Zoinks” at anything he found remotely exciting. “Dustin, dinner will be at 6”. “Zoinks!” Shit like that. It’s not like he was ever normal but he just deteriorated instead of getting better. At our Christmas Eve dinner Mr. Belding ripped a fart, and Dustin crawled behind him and began sniffing his ass like a dog. He then fell to the floor and began convulsing like a mental patient. I told him to get back in his seat, and Mr. B apologetically told me that Dustin was “deranged”. That night those two shared a room, and even though my bedroom was a good distance away I could hear the sound of ridiculously loud farts, and some kind of loud slapping I could only assume was buttsex. By the morning the house reeked of ass. Christmas morning I came downstairs and went into the kitchen where I found Dustin on his knees behind Mr. Belding. Mr. B was farting skittles into Dustin’s mouth, while Dustin also gave him a “reach around”. When they saw me they wished me a Merry Christmas and I told them to get their stuff and get the hell out of my house. That was the last time I spoke to that deranged weirdo. He was a disgrace to the Diamond name. I wish everyone would stop reporting on his antics as my friends read them and make fun of me. I believe whatever killed him was a form of some super STD from decades of deviant behavior. Please see him as a cautionary tale. Merry Christmas.
Neil Diamond, thank you for posting here. None of us blame you for disowning your son, Dustin “Screech” Diamond, for sullying the Diamond surname! Screech sure is a pervert and you’d think he could have shown a little more respect to you by refraining from servicing Mr. Belding’s penis and ass needs in your own house. But I do wonder why a Jewish family like yours is so into celebrating Christmas. So after celebrating Hanukkah you then celebrated the birth of Jesus Christ? It almost sea as though Screech was trying to desecrate the Christian holiday of Christmas through his outrageous perverted homosexual antics!
Steven Anus, I was not celebrating Christmas. Dustin was coming home for the holidays, and I knew Mr. Belding did celebrate the holiday. Dustin had always been greedy and wasn’t satisfied with only getting gifts during Hanukkah, and tried to demand we also celebrate Christmas. That year we planned a nice Christmas Eve dinner, but that was it. We didn’t have a tree or anything. When I caught Mr. B farting skittles into Dustin’s mouth those idiots wished me a merry Christmas for some absurd reason. But then I kicked them the fuck out of my house. Dustin was a horrible Jew, and an even worse son. His breath reeked of ass the entire time he was there.
Neil Diamond, thanks for clearing that up! After embarrassing you with his horrible acting, your biological son, Screech, became a bass player in the homoerotic band, Salty the Pocketknife. His band’s most well-known song is “Rim Goblin.” I heard that the song was written as an inside joke after one of the band members walked in on Screech tonguing Mr. Belding’s anus. Since you are both a legendary singer and an incredibly successful song-writer, is like to hear your thoughts on Screech’s band and their notorious song. Also, why did Screech suddenly quit that band to be an unpaid bathroom attendant?
A few days ago, Corky told A-Rod that he wanted to have a nice meal at a classy Italian restaurant for Christmas. A-Rod said it was a good idea and asked whether he should make a reservation for three at Carbone in Miami. A-Rod then said that their meal would cost hundreds of dollars and that he had heard that Carbone was going to be awarded a Michelin Star in the 2022 Michelin Guide. Mr. Belding informed Corky that Carbone was unlikely to have deep dish pepperoni pizza or Mountain Dew. Corky then got mad and yelled at A-Rod and said he wanted to go to a nice restaurant, not a crappy one that only faggots would like! Corky then said that the classy restaurant he had in mind was Pizza Hut and that he wanted unlimited refills of Mountain Dew while he was there.
When Christmas rolled around, A-Rod drove Corky and Mr. Belding to a Pizza Hut in his Bentley. They then ordered several deep dish sausage and pepperoni pizzas as well as large glasses of Mountain Dew. After Corky had eaten half of a large deep dish pizza and Mr. Belding was chomping down on his fifth one, A-Rod finished a small thin crust cheese pizza while drinking a glass of wine. A-Rod then accidentally released a dainty, Barry audible fart and was so embarrassed that he uttered, “Zoinks!” Corky and Mr. Belding both started laughing and Mr. Belding said, “You call that a fart?” Mr. Belding subsequently said, “This is a fart,” as he leaned to the side and ripped a 12-second fart which rattled the windows of the restaurant. Corky then said “My turn” as he ripped a 13-second fart of his own! Mr. Belding and Corky then proceeded to have a farting contest to see who could rip the smelliest and longest fart! After a couple rounds, the entire interior of the restaurant reeked of the smell of anus and A-Rod hung his head in shame. When Corky saw that A-Rod was embarrassed, he got mad and took off his overflowing diaper and used it to strangle A-Rod! Corky then proceeded to rape A-Rod while Mr. Belding continued gobbling down pizza and periodically belching to show his support for Corky!
I wish my deceased son had become a garbage man. Instead of becoming the worst actor of all time, then further humiliating me by becoming the most deranged gay man to ever walk the earth! Do you know how traumatizing it was to find my son eating skittles, being shot from an obese, middle aged man’s anus? I did hear about his repulsive band, and the disgusting songs. He was the antithesis of how I wrote my songs and managed my career. It’s also why his musical career lasted all of 2 weeks. From there it was fake wives and fake kids, all while I could read the sordid tales of his true lifestyle any time I wanted. I wish Corky was my son. He’s a much more talented actor and singer. He also is a bit of a stud.
Anus Goblin, that story made me jizz my pants! A Rod really is an idiot for thinking that Corky would want to go to some fancy place that didn’t even carry Mountain Dew! He also should have known that Corky and Mr. B would want to rip farts, and likely have a belching contest! Pizza Hut is a fine establishment, and Corky was right to sodomize A Rod for being a douche. I loved that Mr. B didn’t even stop chowing down on pizza while the rape happened!
Does A-Rod realize how lucky he is? Corky provides endless entertainment through his belching and farting contests with his best buddy, Mr. Belding. He also has a massive 'tard dong, which A-Rod loves. So why does A-Rod act like Corky's antics embarrass him? A-Rod had better treat Corky better before Corky leaves him for someone better.
Lol, I’m sad you haven’t posted recently as I know you’re still checking this board constantly. I’d like you to be my New Years sweetheart. We can play Q*bert and at the stroke of midnight I’ll let loose a diarrhea tsunami on you! I’ll then back my filthy anus up so you can tongue it clean. Oh man, this must be causing you to jizz your PAC Man underoos! Hit me up buddy and let me know quickly. New Years is only a few days away!
Mr. Horton, I’m a long time fan. I’m so happy to hear you’re still selling and repairing bicycles! I’d like to get a bike as my New Years resolution is to get back in shape! Do you have a good one, that can also express my depraved queer lifestyle? I’m thinking it would be amazing if the bike was pink and had all kinds of queer scenes on it. Like dudes leapfrogging each other naked, and a fat guy shitting in a little guys mouth. Let me know if you have something I’d like and I can drop by. Does Dudley work with you? It’s so cute you guys are still together after 40 years!
Today A Rod was bragging about all the celebrities he’s met and knows. He said he even met Michael Jackson once at an event. Mr. Belding showed no interest and ripped a 4 second fart, but Corky jumped in and said that Michael Jackson had tried to grab his monster dong in the mid 80’s and Corky gave him a beating. He said that he had been hanging out with Webster who was friends with Michael Jackson. Corky said one day Webster invited him to a sleepover at Neverland which Corky found pretty gay, but Webster said there would be unlimited candy so Corky went. Once there Corky gorged himself on piles of candy, then shit his diaper, which Michael found arousing. Although Corky was 20 Michael was fascinated Corky wore a diaper and offered to change it. Corky was all hopped up on candy and didn’t care who changed it. He just wanted to get back to eating candy, and watching cartoons with Webster in the movie theater Michael had. Michael took Corky to his bedroom where he had him lay down, and began singing some song that annoyed Corky as he began changing his diaper. Michael cleaned Corky up, but then began finding his monster dong. At this Corky kicked him in the head, then let loose a massive shit tsunami right in Michaels face. Corky told Mr. B and A Rod he then taught Michael a lesson by ass raping him, then pulled on a new diaper and went back to watching cartoons with Webster. Corky said he was angry when he never got invited back to ride the trains and go to the zoo as Michael promised him. At this A Rod said he felt Corky was making it up as he’d never mentioned it before. This enraged Corky who began pummeling A Rod who punched A Rod in the throat, then did the moon walk dance on A Rod’s head before ripping off his Yankees pants and giving him some rough anal. Mr. B let loose a 12 second belch in support of his best friend. Hopefully A Rod leaned a lesson about believing Corky’s Michael Jackson stories!
Lou, that was a magnificent story! Corky sure has lived quite a life and has had many homoerotic experiences with demented celebrities whom he has had to rape to teach them life lessons! A-Rod deserved to be punished for not believing Corky’s story. Obviously Corky had forgotten to tell it to A-Rod before that moment. After all, Corky is a lovable’tard.
I’m a long haul trucker and searched for Screech and found this amazing board. 4 years ago I was on a long haul, carrying refrigerators across the country. I had a delivery in northern Wisconsin on New Year’s Day, and that brought my sad ass to the Love’s truck stop in Sheboygan on New Years Eve. It was snowing like crazy and was like -20 degrees. I parked my rig for the night then headed to take a shit. When I got in the bathroom I couldn’t believe my eyes. The place was packed with New Years revelers and in the center was Screech! He was dancing in a green thong, while wearing some weird Top Hat that had a light up “Happy New Year” on top. A midget with a giant Jew fro came over and asked if I had made a reservation. When I said I just needed to take a shit he told me I had to leave and could use the bathroom in the attached Roy Rogers restaurant. As I left I looked back and saw Screech squatting down while the midget and an obese trucker pressed their bare asses to his face and ripped nasty farts. Screech then fell to the floor and began convulsing. I went and took a dump, then headed back to my truck to get some rest. What the hell was that all about?
Big Red, that Sheboygan truck stop is notorious for homosexual antics. Screech normally worked as an unpaid bathroom attendant, although he did receive a few dollars to participate in some New Years Eve parties like the one going on when you visited.
My wife and I stopped at that truck stop back in 2017 on our way back to St. Louis after spending a few days on a romantic getaway at the American Club resort in nearby Koehler, Wisconsin. The truck stop was new at the time and we wanted to eat at the Hardee’s before driving home. After eating burgers and soda, we each decided to use the bathroom before getting back in our car. I needed to take one hell of a piss after sucking down a giant Coke for lunch! Anyway, I went into the men’s room and walked up to a urinal, unzipped, and started relieving my bladder. As I was peeing, I suddenly farted loudly and then heard someone utter “Zoinks!” and I noticed a bathroom attendant out of the corner of my eye. I farted again and then suddenly felt something lightly pressing against the seat of my pants. I looked behind my and realized that the bathroom attendant was sniffing my ass! At that point I realized that the bathroom attendant was Screech! He was really leaning in, pressing his hook nose up against my anus. It felt really weird and I said, “hey, do you mind?” I then ripped a loud fart, assuming it would scare Screech away in disgust. Instead, Screech pulled down my pants and started tonguing my anus and reached around while stroking my cock. I’m not gay or anything like that, but I have to say that Screech ate out my ass like a champion and quickly made me ejaculate onto a puddle of urine on the floor below the urinal. Screech the started rubbing his Jew-fro into the puddle to sop up the urine and semen. I started to get freaked out, so I quickly zipped up, washed my hands, and then met my wife in the lobby and then we drove back home. I have to say I will always cherish my one encounter with Screech!
Ass Breath that’s a fantastic story! It’s heart warming to hear all of the stories of people touched by Screech at the various Wisconsin truck stop bathrooms. It seems after spending the year servicing the penis and ass needs of men across the US Screech would retreat to his Wisconsin home for the holidays. But the lure of being an unpaid bathroom attendant was so strong he still went out locally. He was a true treasure who will be missed. I only wish I had been able to meet up with him before he so selfishly went and died.
I worked on Saved by the Bell the New Class during the mid nineties and watched
Screech's stupid antics. Someone asked where his money went. He spent his
money on ridiculous garbage. One item I remember well. In the mid nineties cell
phones were no longer the huge phones Zack had, but were still pretty large. They
were still a bit of a status symbol as not many people had them. Screech, thinking
he was a major celebrity not only had a cellphone, he had a custom cellphone. He
had a cellphone designed by Nokia just for him in the shape of a penis. He liked to
brag that he spent $50k on it and it was a one of a kind. The ringtone was him
yelling "Zoinks". That phone was absurd and he carried it everywhere. No one ever
called him on it unless someone was pranking him. A few times myself and others
on the show would call him and he would get excited only to answer the phone
and hear a wet fart on the other end. He had no friends to call so he was always
trying to call Mr. Belding. One time I was standing close enough to hear Mr.
Belding scream at him calling Screech a "hook nosed, douchebag, loser" and to
never call him again. Later that day a Screech did call him again and Mr. Belding
came running down the hall and clotheslined Screech. He then grabbed Screech's
penis cell phone and pulled down his Zubaz pants. It was hilarious when Mr.
Belding shoved the penis cellphone up Screech's ass, then trudged back down the
hall. Almost immediately people began calling the phone and we could hear
Screech's ass yelling "Zonks" every time someone called. I never saw that penis
cellphone again after that day, but that was the type of stuff Screech wasted his
money on. I think one time he paid like $10k for a pair of Webster's underoos that
had some huge skid marks in them. He was a really stupid guy.
Corky and Mr. Belding celebrated New Year’s Eve at A-Rod’s mansion last night. Corky squatted over a pitcher abs then Mr. Belding poured large bottles of beer onto Corky’s back and the beer flowed off Corky’s back, through his asscrack and then into the pitcher. After the pitcher was full, Corky stirred up the beer in the pitcher with his massive cock. Mr. Belding proceeded to fart on the pitcher and then said they should pour sons of the beer into a glass and give it to A-Rod to ring in the new year! Instead of thanking Corky and the Big Bopper for this thoughtful gift, A-Rod asked why the beer smelled like ass and wondered why was there pubic hair floating in the beer. Corky told A-Rod to stop being such a pussy and drink the beer. When A-Rod refused, Corky punched A-Rod in his Adam’s Apple abs then poured the beer down A-Rod’s throat. Corky then pulled down A-Rod’s trousers and ass-raped him to teach him a lesson! While raping A-Rod, Mr. Belding ate three “family size” bags of Cool Ranch Doritos and repeatedly belched in A-Rod’s face!!!
Anus Goblin, that is one erotic New Years Eve! A Rod never seems to appreciate the amazing ideas Corky and Mr. B come up with. On another deranged queer focused board I saw a post that said for the countdown to midnight Mr. B and Corky pressed their bare asses to A Rod’s head and took turns counting and at the same time farting on A Rod’s head. When the clock struck midnight they yelled “Happy New Year” then ripped simultaneous monster farts, causing A Rod to fall to the ground in pure ecstasy while jizzing his pants. That sounds like the right way to ring in 2022!
Today A Rod announced that for his New Years resolution he was going to make sure to work out more and was committed to working out at least an hour per day. He asked Corky and Mr. B if they had any resolutions of their own. Mr. B said he felt in 2021 he hadn’t eaten nearly enough deep dish pepperoni pizza, nor had he drunk enough Mountain Dew. He said he had really let Screech’s death keep him from truly working on his belching and farting skills, but that he was fully focused on 2022. He then guzzled a 2 liter of Mountain Dew in one giant gulp, before releasing a solid 17 second belch. Corky cheered this on and said that he felt he had gotten sad and his potty training had slowed down. He said this year he was committed to his potty trainings and he would be pissing and going dookie all over A Rod’s house instead of using his diaper. Mr. B complimented his best friend and said he knew he could do it. A Rod got annoyed and said both of their goals were absurd. He said Mr. B didn’t need to be consuming more calories, or farting and beaching more then he already does. He then told Corky he didn’t want anyone pissing or shitting all over his house and that maybe Corky could potty train normally by using the toilet whenever he could. At this an insulted Mr. B lifted his leg and ripped a 12 second wet fart, and at the same time Corky jumped up and karate chopped A Rod. Corky then said A Rod’s resolution was stupid and he and Mr. B had good goals he was just jealous of. Corky then ass raped A Rod while Mr. B ate an entire Pizza Hut deep dish pie. After ejaculating all over A Rod’s head Corky said his resolution had just kicked in. He then pissed on A Rod, then ran upstairs and took a dump in A Rod’s sock drawer. I for one think Corky and Mr. B have awesome New Years resolutions !
Screech faked his death. I know this because I made sweet love to his pasty buttcheeks just last night in a truck stop bathroom stall in Reno Nevada. Some may say it wasn’t Screech. But this guys hook nose, Jew Fro, and “Zoinks” proved to me that he’s alive. He said he name was Beef N Cheddar, as if that’s a real name! He wasn’t working as a bathroom attendant, but he was lurking about leering at dudes taking pisses at the urinals. I caught him peeking at me taking a shit through a crack in the door, and he quickly accepted my offer to join me. After dunking his head into the toilet where he quickly gobbled up my shit log I gave him a solid buttslamming during which he yelled “Zoinks” about 50 times. When I told him I knew he was Screech he just continued saying he didn’t know what I was taking about and his name was Beef N Cheddar. Anyone passing through the Reno area should try and see for themselves. I believe our queer icon is alive and well. He likely faked his death to hide from the numerous creditors that were after him.
Barf, Mr. Belding is 71 years old and has already exceeded the life expectancy for people born in 1950 despite being morbidly obese for the past 20 years. He wants to live his life and who can blame him? If he wants to eat several bags of little chocolate donuts topped with Hershey’s chocolate syrup for breakfast followed by dozens of greasy tacos for lunch and several deep dish pizzas for dinner along with multiple 2-liters of soda on a daily basis, who are we to judge? I am rooting for him to keep his New Year’s resolution and hope that he enters and wins a bunch of belching and farting contests in 2022! And A-Rod deserved to have Corky take a dump in his sock drawer. By the end of the month, A-Rod’s entire bedroom will reek of the odor of urine and dookie as a result of Corky!
Elliot Ness, I think that Screech really did die. However, there are some demented gay guys who do dress up like Screech as some type of sexual fetish. Reno, Nevada is notorious for its rowdy truck stop scene as there are multiple rest areas with stadium seating for queers to lounge and watch random truckers pee at the urinals and listen to other dudes ripping ass and spraying diarrhea in the bathroom stalls mere feet away. A couple of the rest stops have “faux urinals” - there are paintings of urinals on the wall but there are no actual urinals! So truckers piss on the walls and floor and then walk away - those bathrooms reek of the stench of urine! I saw a fake Screech who was mopping up puddles of trucker urine with his Jew fro. What was that all about???
Has anyone heard of Gene Tracy? He’s a comedian who actually did stand-up comedy at truck stops across the country in the 1970s. He did a bit in the clip below at 1:20 about a trucker who ended up on the receiving end of a homosexual rape by a horny gay trucker!
https://youtu.be/chIgXsYkaKk
I saw the music video for Salty The Pocketknife’s “Rim Goblin” the other day. That was Screech’s band and “Rim Goblin” was their most notorious song. In the video, Screech is dressed as an unpaid bathroom attendant working at a Reno, NV rest stop. Several truck drivers walk past Screech on their way to the urinals and rip ass as they are walking past. Screech then proceeds to sniff their asses while they pee at the urinals as the lead vocalist sings the lyrics to the song. While Screech is sniffing the asses, the drummer, Evan Stone, is having someone jerk off onto his bald head off to the side. It was one of the weirdest music videos I’ve ever seen - I watched it on the Spice Channel.
Kurt, I had not, but you have found a treasure trove of golden age ass play.! Did you see this one talking about a fart competition in a truck stop?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6AWPCyhhuQ
It sure sounds to me like some OG truck stop deviants we’re recorded for posterity
Also, Elliot, I have heard similar, but then I have also heard that screech haunts the u bends of an old Albuquerque truck stop he used to frequent, still wearing his 90s Zubaz.apparently he comes up the pipes and when you look back in the bowl you see a transparent outline of screeches face swimming in the turd water.
I like to think he still in his old home here, hiding about and regularly sniffing mr Bs black y fronts which are inexplicably doubling as curtains on the window - https://milwaukeerecord.com/city-life/take-a-terrifying-look-inside-dustin-diamonds-water-damaged-port-washington-home-which-is-for-sale/
Ass Hawk, I hadn't heard that farting competition from Gene Tracy before. Great find.
As hard as it may be to believe, that Gene Tracy farting competition is actually a remake/ripoff of a notorious record from 1947! It is entitled "The Battle At ThunderBlow the Great Crepitation Contest of 1946 : Windesmear vs. Boomer." I actually just found this on YouTube a few days ago and heard it for the first time. It may have been originally broadcast on the radio, but I cannot say for sure. Here is a link the 1947 farting competition:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPplyQWf-u4
I’m always very grateful for all the demented queers that came before us. We have legends like Pig Pen that post here. But it’s so nice to know there were even earlier trailblazers that set up the deranged Truck Stop scene. Full of ass play, farting contest, and all kinds of other amazing times. That a comic performed at a truck stop is a precursor to todays stadium seating! I really wish some old timers still hit the seen. I bet the 1950’s were the heyday of the hardcore truck stop scene! Uggghhhhhh I just lost a load thinking about it!
Creepy comments, I am glad that other guy told you all to your faces what you needed to hear. I can’t inagaine that there are that many people in the world who would want to come on a html forum every day and spout crap
Anonymous, why did you come here to post that tripe? The regulars come here to read gay fantasies about their favorite pseudo-celebrities. How dare you clog the comment section with a post which even the most demented homosexual wouldn’t read while pleasuring himself??? You should really loiter in a public men’s bathroom in order to educate yourself on the gay lifestyle.
Eat my poo-poo.
Many of us are aware of the ridiculous episode of Diff’rent Strokes where Sam is kidnapped. I for one hoped Sam would stay kidnapped. A recent rewatch of that episode found that the one and only Leon Carosi may have been in on it, as he was disguised as a painter in the Drummond apartment right before the kidnapping. After seeing how lovable Mr. Horton was railroaded by Mr. Drummond I wonder if this case also deserves a second look? Mr. Drummond pretended to care Sam was kidnapped, but then when they showed him 69’ing with “The Gooch” it made me suspicious.
More evidence against Mr. Drummond. He pretends to have to go out to drop off a ransom, and instead winds up at back alley dumpster party where he has hot man action with a vagrant. He also wastes time riding a tandem bike around Central Park with Dudley’s Dad in the nude! I forgot how demented some of these old 80’s shows were!
Hey anonymous, why don't you suck my motherfuckin' dick, you shit-lickin' asswipe.. you're the kind of guy who probably shoves corn cobs up his asshole and then licks the shit off of them afterwards.. you can lick my sack, you goddamned, faggot-fuckin', shit-suckin', ass-lickin', cunt-faced bitch-hole. Have a nice day.
I'm gonna use anon's mouth as a toilet & then the only sound he's gonna be hearing is the whooshing noise of my excess shit as it comes spraying out of both his ears like a lawn sprinkler.
I'll bet you those poor tar babies (+ kimberly) probably had to deal w/the evil mr. drummond's drumstick being waved around in their faces far more often than you'd think, so that pervert has absolutely NO room 2 be pointing his bony finger at mr. horton. (mic drop)
After the untimely passing of Dustin Diamond, I searched high and low for another queer icon to fantasize about. I've spent thousands of man-hours near truck stop urinals interviewing patrons about their queer celebrity fantasy preferences and I've concluded that the gay community can't stop thinking about Tony Hinchcliffe.
Here's some news coverage about the sort of sexual activities Tony's in to:
https://youtu.be/KZE_NL4rLCI?t=1425
The spirit of DD lives on through Tony. Please honor DD by posting queer news about his spiritual successor Tony Hinchcliffe.
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