Here are some videos of Corky singing with his band-mates, the creepy-looking DeMasi twins:
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That last video is off the hook! Corky gets up to dance to the rock version of that amazing sign and wiggles his bubble butt all over the place. The next thing I knew one of those twins was grinding up against the Corkster with an obvious erection! Corky was absolutely amazing and I can see why he and Mr. B are trying to reboot Dirty Dancing! Hopefully they keep those weirdo twins away from the set!
The twin with the beard in these videos is Joseph DeMasi. A simple google search reveals that there was a psychiatrist named Dr. Joseph DeMasi who molested a young boy in the 1980s and was sentenced to seven years in prison. Is the Joseph DeMasi in these videos the same guy who went to prison decades earlier??
This is a Washington Post article about Dr. Joseph DeMasi https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1998/10/09/psychiatrist-liable-for-protecting-pedophile/f3d8314e-f665-4c1a-8530-5696a72350b9/
"PSYCHIATRIST LIABLE FOR PROTECTING PEDOPHILE
A psychiatrist who failed to warn anyone about another doctor's sexual fantasies about children was held partly responsible by a federal jury today for the molestation of a 10-year-old boy.
Douglas Ingram was found negligent in not warning anyone about Joseph DeMasi. The jury will return Friday to decide how much in damages Ingram should pay the boy's family.
The verdict's effect on the principle of doctor-patient confidentiality was not immediately clear. One psychiatrist said the case is unusual enough that its effect will not be large.
As part of his training in psychiatry, DeMasi underwent psychotherapy with Ingram in the mid-1980s. During the sessions, DeMasi admitted to fantasizing about having sex with children.
He later was charged with molesting three boys, including a 10-year-old boy who had been treated at Danbury Hospital for suicidal tendencies. That child's family sued Ingram and the New York Medical College, where DeMasi was being trained.
The jury did not find the medical school at fault.
Ingram and lawyers for both sides left the courthouse without comment.
The boy, now 22 and serving a prison sentence for assault, is expected to testify Friday.
During the trial, Ingram said he had questioned DeMasi about whether he had ever molested a child, intended to molest a child or fantasized about a particular child. In each case, Ingram testified, the answer was no.
Ingram also said he had consulted with five other psychiatrists and was confident that he had no obligation to report DeMasi's disclosure or force him out of the residency program. But the jury concluded that Ingram should have known that DeMasi was likely to harm others.
DeMasi pleaded guilty to risk of injury to a minor and received a seven-year prison sentence in 1987.
In most cases, conversations between a doctor and patient are considered private. But in the past 25 years, court cases have gradually established that psychiatrists also have a duty to protect others who may be threatened by patients, especially when specific individuals have been identified.
"If patients can't talk to doctors about their fantasies, it's going to destroy treatment," Walter Borden, a therapist and forensic psychiatrist, told the Hartford Courant. "I see a lot of people who have committed crimes and are potentially dangerous. It's difficult enough to get them to talk. This is not going to help matters."
But Harold Schwartz, director of the Institute of Living in Hartford, said the combination of DeMasi's fantasies, his career and his belief that pedophilia should not be illegal should have set off alarms."
These amazing videos show why the queer community has been in love with Corky for decades. Knowing there is a massive trouser snake in those white trousers makes him all the more delectable! I do find white trousers an interesting choice as the seat of those pants would be brown with Doo-Doo stains within a short period of time. That is likely the doing of the DeMasi twins who likely got their rocks off to Corky’s shit stained pants!! Watching these videos makes me very jealous of A Rod.
I worked a a roadie for Corky’s band between 2005 and 2007. I remember often walking past Corky’s dressing room before concerts and hearing what sounded like a loud fart followed by moaning and then loud butt-slamming! A caterer told me that he walked into Corky’s room to deliver some food and noticed that the room reeked of the smell of anus. He said that Corky was laying on a bed bare-assed and the DeMasis were behind him. One DeMasi was on his right and the other was on his left. They each grabbed one of Corky’s ass cheeks and then Corky suddenly ripped a loud, smelly fart and when the stench hit the DeMasis, they fell onto the floor and started convulsing while jizzing their pants. Corky then stood up and started drinking a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. Corky set down the bottle and then belched. Corky then started giving them rough anal! My caterer buddy got freaked out and then left.
David, what an amazing story. Were you aware that after you left the Problem Child seems to have briefly taken over as roadie for Chris and the band? It ended in a massive scandal!
I want to fart in. Aaron Judge’s face. I saw him a few weeks back and gave him some tips on how to hit more home runs and he totally ignored me. Then I saw he was using my tips and smacked dinger after dinger! Does anyone think I have a case to sue him?
Bruce, I’m glad you feel I have a case. I met Aaron Judge in the parking lot of a Golden Corral restaurant. He was wearing his Yankees uniform which made him incredibly easy to spot. He had a plate of food sitting on top of the 1986 Camaro he was driving and there was some dude with a Cubs hat and those giant headphones from the 80’s on his head. Aaron was eating what looked to be some fried shrimp with cocktail sauce, and every now and then he would turn around and rip a loud fart into the guys face who was sitting in the passenger seat. I went over and told Aaron I was a fan and that I had a tip for him. I told him that when I played little league my coach told me to pretend the bat was an extension of my cock, and to swing the bat as if it was his dick. I even gave him a demonstration. Aaron didn’t say anything to this and I left to start my shift in the Golden Corral kitchen. A day later I see he’s hitting homer after homer and when I checked it out I saw he was using my hitting style! I feel he owes me a little cash, or at least some credit for his recent homer streak. I’m thinking if he breaks Maris’s record maybe they can put a little asterisk and include me for my tips. Thanks for all the support guys. This is an amazing forum.
Albert Pujols hit his 699th and 700th home run on Friday night when the Cardinals played the Dodgers. A-Rod was watching the game with Corky and Mr. Belding. Corky thought that the game was bored so he engaged in a farting contest with Mr. B to see who could rip the smelliest fart. Although Corky put up a value to effort, he was no match for his best friend, Mr. Belding, who ripped a window-rattling 12-second fart which was incredibly loud and pungent. After the fart, A-Rod uttered “Zoinks!” and then opened a window to air out the room, which reeked of the smell of anus. Corky was about to throw A-Rod a beating until he got distracted by a commercial for candy on the tv. Later in the evening, when Albert Pujols hit his 700th home run, Mr. Belding and Corky started clapping and cheering and told A-Rod that he sucked. Corky then pointed out that Albert Pujols was much better at hitting home runs than A-Rod. Corky then asked whether he and Albert Pujols grew up on the same block in Mexico and said that everyone on that block knows A-Rod sucks. A-Rod replied by asking Corky what the hell he was talking about and said that neither he nor Albert Pujols are Mexican, so why would they have grown up on the same block in Mexico? Corky got mad because he thought A-Rod was being rude to him, so he slapped A-Rod in the face and started ass-raping A-Rod while Mr. Belding ate huge spoonfuls of hot chocolate mix!
Gary, when Pujols hit number 700 the announcers said he’d joined a super exclusive club that included Barry Bonds, Hank Aaron, and Babe Ruth. Corky then asked how many homers A Rod had and he replied he had 696. Corky made a face at this and asked why A Rod didn’t get 4 more? At this Mr. B stepped in a said A Rod would have definitely had 4 more if he hadn’t been suspended from baseball for an entire season for steroid use. At this Corky made a face and said A Rod was a dirty cheater. Mr. B said by the end of his career he stank so badly the Yankees released him mid season! At this Corky started laughing and said the Yankees ,hat have hated A Rod and made sure he didn’t get 700 homers. He then jumped off the couch and did a neat little dance, which caused him to crash into a coffee table and fall through it. A Rod who was already upset yelled at Corky to stop his “Dirty Dancing” moves and stop wrecking the furniture. Corky replied that A Rod was a total loser and he should be happy Corky and Mr. B hung around with him. Corky then punched A Rod in the face, ripped off his Yankees pants, and ass raped him for the second time that night while Mr. B clapped his hands while stuffing his face with a bag of skittles!
Crotch, A-Rod is praying for Albert Pujols to get injured soon and to not change his mind about retirement. A-Rod knows that the love of his life, Corky, is going to ridicule him if Albert Pujols gets six more RBIs to tie Babe Ruth for second place on the all-time list. A-Rod also hates the fact that Corky is more impressed with Mr. Belding’s Belching and Pepperoni Fart contest trophies than he is with A-Rod’s MVP, Silver Slugger, and Gold Glove awards!
It is nice to see that those two pervs are fulfilling Corky’s sexual needs. ‘Tards need attention just like the rest of us.
It is a shame that Screech died. I grew up watching SBTB. I always found Screech to be annoying and hated him whenever he would make an appearance in an episode. However, I always thought it would be cool to prank Screech. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay or any like that. However, I think it would have been fun to sneak up behind Screech while he’s eating lunch at Arby’s, Taco Bell, or one of the other fast food restaurants he frequented. I would then drop my pants and jerk off until I blew a huge load of jizz onto his Jew-fro. If I was lucky, some of the jizz would land in Screech’s drink! Screech would suddenly turn around to try to figure out what had happened and then I would expel a 12-second window-rattling wet fart in his face as everyone in the restaurant laughs and cheers me on!
Tonight while watching the Yankees game Aaron Judge hit home run number 61. At this Mr. B and Corky ran over and pressed their bare asses to A Rod’s head and simultaneously ripped ass. As they did this they cheered and yelled that A Rod was a cheater and stank. When the farts hit A Rod’s face he yelled Zoinks, then fell to the ground jizzing his pants. Corky then stomped on A Rod for being such a degenerate queer.
I am a clinical psychologist and I can tell just from looking at these videos that those twins are gay for Corky. They each have nasty thoughts floating in their heads about perverted things they want to do to lovable Corky! They probably forced him to wear those pants, knowing they show off his juicy ‘tard bubble butt!
Jerry, do you believe they chose white pants knowing by the end of the day the seat of those pants would be covered in diaper leakage, and white pants would accentuate the stains?
JM Jones, in my professional experience, I do believe that they had Corky wear those white or light tan khakis knowing that Corky would quickly stain them with pee and doodoo stains. Those pants also show his diaper lines - when Corky fills his diaper with doodie, it will be very obvious when he’s wearing those pants!
Thanks Jerry. It seems Corky has been objectified as a sex symbol his entire career. I heard that last night Corky and Mr. B watched the new Netflix special on Nolan Ryan. Corky asked A Rod how many people he’d struck out in his career. When A Rod said that was a stupid question as he was never a pitcher Corky yelled, “And you’re still a catcher bitch!” As Mr. B cheered him on Corky gave A Rod a flying tackle, ripped off his Yankees uniform pants, and gave him some rough anal. Corky yelled something about how He was pitching a perfect game with his monster dong and A Rod’s butthole was doing a bad job catching. Corky then fired his seed all over A Rod’s ass, then did an awesome leapfrog and yelled “catch this bitch” before ripping an amazing fart two inches from A Rod’s nose! Mr. B lifted his leg and ripped a lovely 12 second fart to support his best chum. Corky and Mr. B then went off to the kitchen to eat some leftover Taco Bell!
JM, it is great that Corky and Mr. B are the best of friends and have such good times together. Corky has a quick temper and A-Rod should really think carefully before responding to one of Corky’s ill-informed comments about baseball. Imagine what Corky would have done if A-Rod had pointed out that the only record Nolan Ryan holds which will never, ever be broken is his record for all-time walks, which is 52% higher than the #2 pitcher on the all-time list. Corky would have said “walk this” and he put his foot up A-Rod’s ass!
Ass Master you are totally correct. Corky latches on to things he likes. A Rod could have just said he didn’t have any strikeouts then said Nolan Ryan was a great pitcher. That likely would have confused Corky a bit. Instead he insulted Corky creating a situation where Corky became enraged, which seems to make him extremely horny. One does not argue with Corky, as he immediately goes into a ‘tard rage and then dishes out violent beatings and sexual assaults. It would have been funny if A Rod tried to talk about Nolan’s control problems and record number of walks, as I agree it would have ended with Corky shoeing A Rod up the ass. I do find it hilarious that Corky and Mr. B are excited about every baseball record except A Rod’s.
Albert Pujols got three RBIs on Sunday and tied Babe Ruth for 2nd place on the all-time list. When Corky and Mr. Belding heard this on the tv on Sunday they started laughing and Corky told A-Rod that he sucked. Corky and Mr. Belding then each ripped ass and said that A-Rod’s career was as stinky as their farts! A-Rod was annoyed and said that he was 4th on the all-time list, which is a tremendous accomplishment. A-Rod then asked Corky if he even knows what an RBI is. When Corky had a blank stare on his face because he didn’t know the answer, A-Rod said that Corky was a dumb ‘tard and that he should keep his mouth shut and pull down his pants so A-Rod could fondle Corky’s huge dong. When Corky heard A-Rod’s rude comment, he flew into a ‘tard rage and started slapped A-Rod’s face and kicked him in the balls! Mr. Belding ate spoonfuls of cake frosting while watching this incident unfold and started both laughing and farting to encourage Corky. Corky then removed his diaper and coated A-Rod’s head with a diarrhea spray, causing Mr. B to fall off the couch laughing hysterically! Corky then ass-raped A-Rod! After blowing a load of his Downer seed, Mr. B grabbed A-Rod’s wallet and then he and Corky went to a Chuky Cheese to eat dinner!
Gary, it’s amazing how Corky and Mr. B are happy with the most simple aspects of life. They love eating, farting, and taking dumps. They love belching and watching cartoons. They don’t really care about much else other than tormenting A Rod to amuse themselves. I think it’s glorious they are content just sitting around A Rod’s mansion stuffing themselves, farting, belching, and watching cartoons. It must be so cool to be A Rod and get to wake up each day to a house that stinks like a butthole, while knowing two obese guys are destroying your home by shifting anywhere they like. I hope A Rod writes a memoir one day giving us all the tasty deets of what life with Corky and Mr. B is like.
Hey Mang! Did you see I hit another homer tonight? 2 more RBI’s buddy. I’ve now passed you, and Babe Ruth. I destroyed all your records A Fraud! Soon I’m gonna retire and will spend the rest of my life spraying green Doo Doo water. I’ve got my eyes on Corky mang. He’s got a juicy bubble butt, and his fat buddy Mr. B makes me laugh. Send him to live with me once the season is done or I’ll have to take something else from you! Talk at you later faggot!
Today Corky was watching more baseball as he likes watching players break records so he can laugh at A Rod and tell him how much he sucks. While watching Corky noticed he didn’t see a single ‘tard player. As a ‘Tard Supremacist Corky gets very angry and he told A Rod he better make a call and get some young ‘tards in MLB next season. He said he knew a kid named Mongo who he saw really wacking a tennis ball off a tee ball stand at the Special Olympics and A Rod should try and find that guy. He said now that the designated hitter was in both the National and American leagues ‘tards should have all those spots. He said that even he might try and life some weights with Mr. B down in the bathroom off A Rod’s weight room so he could be on a team next year. Mr. B encouraged this and let loose a monster belch, then said Coach Rizzo had been the baseball coach on SBTB and had even coached AC Slater. He said he could give him a call and he might be able to come and help Corky become a power hitter. At this Corky let loose a monster dookie in his diaper as his excitement grew. A Rod stepped in and said Corky was fat and nearing 60. That he couldn’t run the bases even if he somehow got a hit. He said that ‘tards had poor motor skills and couldn’t swing the bat, or run, up to pro baseball standards. He also said that “Coach Rizzo” wasn’t even a baseball coach, he was an actor on a dumb Saturday morning show. Corky of course was having none of this and claimed that ‘tards were discriminated against as they were better at everything. He then said proof of that was his gigantic don’t and luscious bubble butt, compared to A Rod cocktail frank for a dick, and non bubble butt. He then made a few swinging motions, knocking over a plant, to show off his potential. Mr. B lifted his leg and ripped a 9 second fart to support his best pal. Corky stated Mongo was even better then he was. A Rod said MLB wanted the best players and if any ‘tards were good enough they would already be in MLB. At this Corky ran at A Rod and clotheslined him. He ripped off his Yankees uniform and gave him some insane buttsex. Mr. B cheered this on by eating an entire box of Bugles, and ripping a few window rattling farts. As Corky pounded A Rod’s ass he said if Mongo wasn’t on a major league team by opening day 2023 he and Mr. B were moving in with Albert Pujols who he believed was a real baseball hero who was much better then. A Rod and wasn’t a smell cheater who discriminated against ‘tards. He then jizzed on A Rod’s head, then went off with Mr. B to order 6 Pizza Hut meat lovers pizza’s from Uber Eats.
Albert, thanks for posting - it is fantastic to see that an all-time baseball great stopped by to post. I remember reading this post about you a few years ago. Do you still play shower games like this?
“Anonymous (Rookie) wrote on Thu, 02 May 2019 08:27:20 GMT Two of the stories that stick out are about the silly little games Albert used to play whenever he was in the locker room with the other guys. The first game was something he called "pulgares sucios" (dirty thumbs). He would sneak up behind teammates who were changing or showering, or just not paying attention and he would jam his thumb as far up their butt as he could, and then he would move it back and forth in front of his nose while inhaling deeply...and he would do it with creepy looks. If Albert approved of the smell he would say “dulce sabor,” (sweet flavor), but if he didn’t approve of the smell he would say “necesita condiment (needs seasoning). The other game he played was one of the urine games. He called that game 'sorpresa amarilla' (yellow surprise). This was a game he played in the showers where he would try to piss on his teammates without them realizing it. Sometimes he'd piss on the shower floor and let it run across their feet as it ran towards the drain, and other times he would go all the way and try to pee on their leg, butt, back, etc...when they were looking the other way. His favorite was when he could shoot a perfect, strong stream of urine out and land it right in a guy's buttcrack. He called that "Oro de la Diana"...(golden bullseye). I guess he was a real sick fokkke.”
Here’s another Albert Pujols story I saw posted in another forum:
“Anonymous (Rookie) wrote on Fri, 20 Jan 2017 05:14:49 GMT Last nigh Albert showed up to my friend Pete's Wednesday night poker game uninvited. Pete and the rest of the guys dont even know how Albert could have possibly known about the game or where he lived, because he has never met any of those guys. He just showed up, walked in the house without knocking and sat down at the table without even so much as an introduction. Right after sitting Albert started bragging about how much Mongolian BBQ he ate before coming over. Because he's such a famous baseball player, Pete just sat there speechless, in shock that the famous Albert Pujols was in his dining room, and made the mistake of not asking him to leave.
About 5 minutes after walking into Pete's house uninvited, Albert got up and walked around the downstairs until he found Pete's bathroom. He went in and plopped down on the toilet, not closing the door behind him. Seconds later Pete says all he heard was Albert groaning and moaning. He was making gurgling sounds, and then he said ""OHHH, BUENO, BUENO....UHHHHH....ME GUSTA....OHHHHHH"....between the loudest, wettest sounding farts any of the guys had ever heard. Albert then screamed in a super high pitched voice "eeee wheeeee wheeeee...GREEN CHOCOLATE MILK IS COMING OUT OF MY ASS....eeeeeeekkkkkk tree teeehhhhheeeeee".....and the whole house became filled with the most vile, repugnant odor that the guys had ever experienced. One of them compared it to a swimming in a pool filled with week old dirty diapers. I guess Albert then got up, pulled his pants on and left Pete's house without saying a word. No apology, no explanation, nada. He didn't bother to wipe, he didn't flush, and he didn't wash his hands. He just skipped out of the house smiling and laughing the creepiest laugh the guys had ever heard. Pete says that they all just sat their for several moments in stunned silence, while choking on the toxic fumes, unsure of what had just happened. He also said that Albert left the toilet bowl overflowing, with green runny diarrhea all over the seat and floor, and that the house still doesn't smell right 24 hours later. What kind of big leaguer does something like that? He's no hall of fame in my book after doing something like that to my friend Pete.”
Pete liked that display of Dominican hospitality. I enjoy giving my fans a treat by showing up and brightening up their homes with the stench of an all star and future hall of famed. Much like Corky and Mr. B like making A Rod’s house reek of anus. Pete wrote me many thanks you notes and we exchanged a few texts that may or may not have included a few generous pics of by butthole. Pete’s friend should not have talked and about my lovely gift. He paid dearly for doing so.
I love Albert. He’s a true baseball star and is always giving back to his fanbase. He is welcome in my house (and bed) anytime. I’m not a gay man, but the idea of Albert releasing a torrent of nasty Doo Doo water in one of my toilets is super erotic!
Albert, I heard that on the morning of his starts, Shohei Ohtani and you would stand naked in the team’s shower with your backs to each other and your asses touching. Then you would each rip farts into each other’s assholes for good luck. While doing this, Mike Trout and Kurt Suzuki would sit on chairs and stare at you while jerking each other off. I heard that this helped Ohtani maintain focus for his starts!
Steve, your status as a legendary pepperoni fart champion is known world wide. Trout has a picture of you ripping your final fart in the 1987 USA vs USSR championships in his locker. It was awesome how even with the Soviets juicing their pepperoni with banned substances you still beat Igor Stinklovich on your final blast. I’ve heard that single incident was the largest reason the Soviet Union collapsed. To answer your question It is true. That was our ritual. I believe it made Ontani and Trout the superstars they are today. I continued that with the Cardinals this year and look where we are at. Playoffs, and I put up home run and rbi numbers that let me pass many of the greats (except A Rod who was a filthy cheater and was never great). Once the season is done I’m retiring and will head to Miami to show my fart techniques to Corky and Mr. B. I’ll also take a dump in A Rod’s mouth.
I wish I had a time machine. I would go back to 1992 and hang out with the cast of Saved By The Bell as they filmed their final season of that show. I would snort blow and drop acid with Zack and Mr. Belding. Then someone would turn on a porno movie and my pants would suddenly drop go the ground and I would “accidentally” jerk off into Screech’s Jew-fro. Mr. B, Zack, and I would then repeatedly fart in Screech’s face for the next five minutes as he gasps for fresh air and begs us to stop! We finally leave and then Max walks into the room and teabags Screech!
Larry, I dream of that every night. Imagine having a time machine that allowed you to travel back to any time during SBTB’s 12 seasons. I personally would prefer to go back during the New Class. Specially when Screech and Mr. B worked at the mall for some unknown reason. Screech was a security guard and in one episode Mr. B dressed up as a woman to catch a purse thief. During this period Screech’s Jew Fro was at its most massive. I would pop in and plant evidence in Screech’s work locker that pointed to Screech. I would then wait until Mr. B was dressed as a woman and let him know Screech was tricking him into dressing like a woman because it got his rocks off, and it was actually Screech that was stealing. I’d slip Mr. B a secret note telling him to check ScreechKs locker. Then I’d hang out in the locker room and wait. Soon enough Mr. B, dressed as a woman, would appear and demand to check that clowns locker. Screech would protest but thinking he had nothing to hide would open it. Of course a pile of purses would fall out of the locker causing Screech to yell “Zoinks”. I would watch the fury grow in Mr. B’s eyes, just waiting for him to tear off Screech’s uniform, punch him in the face, and then lift his absurd dress so he could squat over Screech’s face and rip ass. I would wait with lust in my eyes until invited in by the Big Bopper to help him spitroast Screech. This demented scene plays in my head over and over. A deranged looking Mr. B in a dress, pounding away at Screech’s butthole. I’d be utilizing Screech’s mouth while also tearing out chunks of that massive, greasy, Jew fro. After jizzing on Screech I’d begin slamming his head with his locker door while Mr. B cheered me own and took a steamy shit on Screech. Afterwards I could see Mr. B and myself leaving Screech in a heap while we went off to Sbarro’s for some pizza, then heading to Brookstone to sit in those massaging chairs. If I had a time machine this is the very first thing I’d do!
Asscrack, I’ve never seen that episode, but it doesn’t surprise me at all. The writers were so lazy and phoned it in during the last several seasons of the New Class. I still don’t know why Mr. Belding was so hard up for money that he needed to work in a mall. Was he terrible with money - how did he manage to squander his high school principal salary?? The writing was so bad that they put Screech and Mr. Belding in ridiculous situations while trying to salvage a laugh. However, I do admit that it was funny when Screech grew an enormous greasy Jew-fro - that did make me laugh. It was also great how they let Mr. Belding and Screech engage in an openly homosexual relationship on the show - Screech clearly was in deep love with Mr. B, whereas Mr. B simply viewed Screech has his sexual rim goblin.
I would also like to use the time machine to go back to the episode where Mr. Belding was lifting weights in the locker room, mere feet from bathroom stalls where students would pee and take dumps. Mr. Belding’s testosterone levels were elevated as he maxed out on arm curls and when he saw Screech changing after a gym class, he had his was with Screech’s butthole while Ox and Slater watched and laughed! Then Kevin the Robot rolls into the locker room and extends his metal cock, causing Screech to exclaim, “Zoinks!” Then Mr. Belding and Kevin the Robot spit-roast Screech. I suddenly appear from a stall where I had been hiding and I rip a 12-second wet fart in Screech’s face! I turn around and jerk off into his Jew-fro as Mr. Belding grunts and then blows his load into Screech’s ass! Kevin also ejaculates hot oil down Screech’s throat! Mr. B, Kevin, and I then head over to the Max for milkshakes as Screech lays in a puddle of blood, semen, and chunks of Jew-fro on the locker room floor!
Larry, I was pondering Kevin earlier this evening. Legend has it that Maxwell Nerdstrom programmed Kevin to be a deviant homosexual robot who was only gay for Screech. I’m guessing Slater and his shop class buddies built and welded on the metal cock. But each time Kevin assaulted Screech he would say he had to drain his oil, then he would drain it into, or into, Screech. My question is who the hell was refilling Kevin’s oil? Kevin assaulted Screech hundreds of times on the show. Had Screech merely not replaced Kevin’s oil he wouldn’t have been able to blow scalding hot oil over over him. My guess is that Screech wanted Kevin to like him so he kept changing his oil. But the lazy writers left this as a real open ended mystery.
I’ve heard through the grapevine that Corky recently saw one of those “Ernest” movies from the 80’s and 90’s. He liked it so much when he found out the guy who played Ernest had died he demanded A Rod play Ernest and make new movies for he and Mr. B to enjoy. He and Mr. B are currently writing the script for “Ernest Takes a Shit”. The entire movie revolves around Ernest having diarrhea and sitting on a toilet farting and spraying diarrhea. A Rod who is recovering from a prolapsed anus is going along with it as he fears another ass raping may cause permanent damage!
Albert, thank you for being such a fan of my pepperoni fart prowess! My dad and I used to have belching and farting contests at the dinner table on a daily basis. My mom thought it was disgusting and rude, but dad and I loved it! What are you going to do after you retire from baseball after this season? I invite you to compete on the pepperoni fart circuit- there is a competition in St. Louis the week after Thanksgiving. There is also a new diarrhea competition white could be your forte! I think that if you could overflow a toilet with your trademark “green doodoo water,” you could easily win. The winner receives a small trophy, a six-pack coupon of Mello Yello, and a coupon for $5 off at the Sizzler!
Steve my amigo, the road has come to the end. Molina and I just enjoyed one final shower. I peed in Lars Nootbaar’s ass crack because he has a funny name, and Molina peed in Paul Goldschmidt’s butt crack for stinking. We then had what will be our last cock swordfight. At least the last in the Cardinals clubhouse. You asked what my plans are now? I have every intention of heading to Miami to hang out with Corky and Mr. Belding. I saw that chump A Rod before the game as he was announcing it. I said, hey Mang, you are a pussy, and while you announce games I’m heading to Miami to steal Corky. He ran away like a little girl and I could hear him sobbing in the janitors closet. I opened the door to it and ripped a nice, burrito fueled, fart. I wish I had had more time as I would have liked to check his oil if you know what I’m saying, but I had to get ready for the game. Now I’m on my way to Miami. I’m gonna show Corky and Mr. B what a real baseball legend is, and I’m gonna spray green Doo Doo all over A Rod’s house. As to the diarrhea competition in St. Louis count me in and send me the deets. I love the Sizzler. No one can beat me in a diarrhea competition!
Albert, it sounds like you have everything figured out! I remember hearing that you have done a lot of charity work with people who have Down’s Syndrome over the years. Now it is time for you to take a gay lover who has Down’s Syndrome! Corky probably has a single ‘tard buddy with whom he could hook you up. But first you need to visit A-Rod’s mansion and overflow the toilet with your trademark green “doodoo water.” Corky would get a kick out of this and Mr. B would lift his leg and rip a 12-second wet fart to show his approval while A-Rod freaks out about the mess!
The other day, Corky told A-Rod that he thought it would be cool if A-Rod, he, Mr. Belding, and Joe and John DeMasi were all sitting naked on A-Rod’s bed. He said that he and his best buddy, Mr. B, would point to the cocks of the DeMasis and A-Rod and laugh at how small they were compared to the massive dongs of Corky and Mr. B. Corky also said that he and Mr. B would couch down so Joe DeMasi’s face was pressed against Corky’s bare ass and John DeMasi’s face was pressed against Mr. B’s bare ass. Corky also said that A-Rod would be further down the bed and that Joe DeMasi’s bare ass would be pressed against one side of A-Rod’s face and John DeMasi’s bare ass would be pressed against the other side of A-Rod’s face. Corky then said that he and Mr. B would each fart into the face of the DeMasi pressed against their ass and that the DeMasi’s would also fart into A-Rod’s face at the same time! Corky said that this would so really hot.
A-Rod replied that only a sick ‘tard could come up with such a stupid plan. A-Rod also pointed out that he had never even met the DeMasi twins, so why would he want to be naked in his bed with them as well as bare-assed Mr. B and Corky? A-Rod additionally said that he wouldn’t put his face near the asses of those weirdo DeMasi twins! Corky got mad at A-Rod and kicked him in the balls and then slapped him in the face! Corky then pulled off A-Rod’s uniform pants and ass-raped him as Mr. B lifted his leg and ripped a 12-second wet fart to show his support for Corky!
A Rod sure is a square. Corky was finally ready to introduce his band mates to A Rod with a lovely, erotic, setting, and A Rod had to insult him. Corky is a true gem who is always coming up with exciting ways to make life fun! I really hope Albert Pujols arrives soon and spices things up for Corky and the Big Bopper. A Rod has been farted on thousands of times and he behaves like he doesn’t like it. He probably looked up the Demasi twins and rubbed one out while thinking of them sandwiching his head between their ass cheeks and ripping a blast in his face. A Rod sucks.
Corky needs to stop telling A Rod his fantastic ideas and just do them. Invite the DeMasi weirdos over, have everyone get nude, climb in A Rod’s bed, and make it happen. That sounds like a fantastic idea Corky had. I bet the DeMasi’s farts stink like rotten pumpkins.
My man is playing in a playoff game tonight and I’m so excited! He’s always nervous and can’t eat much before a playoff game. But if they win he stuffs himself with pizza, wings, tacos, milkshakes, hamburgers, hot dogs, candy, and a few two liters of soda. By the time he gets home he’s a belching and farting machine and his ass exhaust is heinous. I love it! Go Yankees!!
Oh happy fruity days! My man hit a homer and his team won! He called me from the clubhouse and when I answered all I heard was a giant fart. He later texted me he’s eating a ton of stuff including egg rolls and pizza rolls. I hope his bare ass farts coat me in a film of dookie juice!
Steve Bartman, I used to eat at the Taco Bell across the street from a Wrigley Field in Chicago back in 2016-17 and would occasionally see you and Anthony Rizzo when you were on romantic dinner dates. I remember one time you two were sitting at a table and Anthony got up to refill his large soda cup with more Mountain Dew: Baja Blast. As he got up and walked past you, he ripped an insanely loud fart when his ass was a few inches from your head! It was hilarious although it incredibly stinky! I think Anthony managed to single-handedly raise the humidity level in a 1200 sq ft restaurant as all of the windows immediately fogged up! But I could see the look of love/lust in your eyes as he was crop-dusting you. I also remember occasionally seeing you two gay love-birds skipping through the restaurant over to the men’s room. Once inside, I recall hearing loud farts follows by several grunts and then the distinct sound of loud butt-slamming emanating from the men’s room!
Some people may not know this. Mr. Belding was a roadie for Elvis in the early 70’s during The “Fat Elvis” phase. Mr. Belding worshiped Elvis and this became the backbone of his life. By the early 70’s Elvis was a pill popping junk eating man who could let loose belches and farts that could peel paint. Just imagine a guy whose healthiest meal was a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich! He ate nonstop, then would cram himself into those tight jumpsuits. His jumpsuits only lasted a few shows as his ass blasts were so powerful they destroyed the fabric. The seat of his pants was reinforced and had to be replaced after each concert. During breaks in the show Elvis would come backstage and devour all kinds of food, then wash it down with a milkshake, before ripping an enormous fart so loud that it was used as a signal to his roadies he was heading back on stage. The stench from this would linger backstage and Mr. Belding became entranced by this awesomeness. Elvis talked about how amazing it would be if he could get to 500 pounds, and how he would just belch and fart into the microphone while jiggling around a bit. Unfortunately his death cut this amazing dream short and Mr. B headed out on his own to try his hand at acting. But he never forgot what he learned as Elvis’s roadie. He ate trash, packed on pounds, and became a belching and farting maestro. He even paid homage to Elvis by playing him in an episode. Today Elvis would be very proud of what Mr. B has become.
Belding Fanatic, that was an interesting story - I had not idea that Mr. Belding was a roadie for Elvis. Mr. B has certainly lived an interesting life!
Did you know that Elvis was constipated and didn't go dookie for the last four months of his life? I did not even realize that this was possible, but apparently this was a result of a combination of drug abuse and a terrible diet. https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/elvis-presley-constipated-4-months-23395093
Gaylord, I was aware of that. Mr. B was as well and I believe it saved his life. During the second season of The New Class the Big Bopper was suffering from constipation of his own. He had been really chowing down in Chinese food from PF Chang’s which backed him up. He normally takes numerous dumps a day, so you can imagine after 3 days without taking a dump how backed up the big guy was. He was in quite a bit of pain and called Screech into his office. He told Screech he was constipated and needed help. Screech being laughing at this and said “Awe the Chief has a belly ache”. At this Mr. B slugged Screech in the gut, then when Screech bent forward Mr. B have him an uppercut that put Screech on his back. Mr. B then dropped his pants and sat on Screech’s face, placing his butthole over Screech’s mouth. He told Screech he better start sucking out the turds, and when Screech tried to complain he couldn’t breathe Mr. B adjusted his ass so his Screech is lips formed an airtight O ring around his anus. He then punched Screech in the belly causing Screech to take try and suck in air, which caused the turds stuck in Mr. B’s intestines to break loose. They flew into Screech’s mouth like a dam had burst. A mix of dried turds and feces juice. Belding said “Gobble those turds you little rim goblin”. As Screech choked on the massive amount of shit that came pouring out of Mr. B’s anus Mr. B lifted his ass and ripped a 28 second fart that had been blocked. This blew back and flattened Screech’s Jew fro and coated his face in slimy dookie juice. Mr. B totally relieved stood up and kicked Screech in the balls, then went off to get lunch as it was Pizza day in the cafeteria. Screech laid on the floor for 10 minutes choking and gagging on Mr. B’s waste. After that Mr. B made sure to regularly have Screech use his lips as a suction device to suck out any lodged turds, ensuring he was never constipated again. Had Screech been around when Elvis was alive it’s very likely Elvis would still be alive today. I do however worry with Screech gone the Big Bopper may again become constipated and not have a deranged queer to suck the rancid turds from his ass!
Belding Fanatic, that is a great field report. Mr. B was lucky to have Screech in his life to unclog his colon! It was probably a shock to Screech the first time he sucked a turd out of the Big Bopper’s butthole, but Screech eventually learned to enjoy it. Screech loved being a rim goblin so much that his queer band, Salty the Pocketknife, actually sang a song about it, entitled “Rim Goblin.”
Smiddy, that’s exactly it. Screech didn’t really enjoy the first experience as it really was a trial by fire with a backed up Mr. B releasing a shit tsunami. But he quickly realized his deviant side loved it and next thing one knew he had become a legendary rim goblin. Sucking down turds and farts, and ensuring Mr. B’s colon was kept cleared and his asshole spic and span. It’s interesting how that event led to Screech being named “unpaid bathroom attendant intern” which led to his real life career choice manning various rest stop and truck stop bathrooms across the county while servicing the penis and ass needs of thousands of lucky dudes.
A-Rod is so lucky. I wish I could be with a stud like Corky. Feeding him dinner while he’s drooling all over the place and then overflows his diaper with feces and urine would be fun. Afterwards, we would hop in the shower to clean him off and I would fondle his reportedly gigantic dong. He would erotically humiliate me by pointing out how his dong is ten times the size of mine. Then he would get horny and sodomize my butthole in the shower. After filling me with his seed, he would then release a series of stinky farts. After the shower, I would limp out and dry off and dress myself. Then I would pamper Corky’s bottom and rub talcum powder on his bubble butt. Corky, I’ll have some free time starting in January- let’s hook up, stud!
Today A Rod spent the day laying around watching baseball with Corky and Mr. Belding. A Rod lamented that he was a far superior announcer then any of the people on the TV broadcasts. Corky was bored most of the time and played with some thumb wrestlers, and also had a belching contest with Mr. Belding. When the Astros/Mariners game went 17 scoreless innings Corky said baseball was the dumbest sport ever and that during games they should treat their fans to exciting belching and farting contests during the game and only show the game when there was some action. A Rod said this was Corky’s all time dumbest idea as baseball fans enjoyed watching the pitchers and batters compete against each other and that was a big part of the game. He said no baseball fan wanted to watch a couple of guys burp and fart and only see the game if there was a hit. Corky tried to explain that the burping and farting competition would be in the stadium and that to spice it up the burping and farting contestants would represent each team. He said super premium seats would be those closest to the belching and farting competitions where people could really get a good whiff of the action. He said the Jumbotron would always have the burping and farting competition on and the stadium sound would be plugged into that as well. Mr. B shook his head in approval of this amazing idea and lifted his leg to let loose a nice 9 second fart. A Rod said Corky just kept getting dumber and that why would fans want to be watching a baseball game and constantly be interrupted by loud belches and farts. He said he felt the players would hate the constant distractions as well. Corky growing annoyed said they players were boring and if they got a hit the screens would show it and the fans would watch. But then they would go back to being entertained by burping and farting until the next hit happened. Corky then stood up and belted A Rod in the face as he felt his new idea wasn’t being taken seriously. He told A Rod to get on the horn with baseball people and make his idea happen. He then ripped off A Rod’s Yankees pants and ass raped him, while having a belching contest with Mr. B. After jizzing on A Rod Corky said that he had another great idea and that it would be cool if players who weren’t playing or were in the bullpen could participate against each other in the belching and farting contests. Corky and Mr. B then went off to eat a leftover pizza and watch some old spice channel episodes of SBTB.
Inside Man, that was a great idea by Corky to make the games more interesting to casual fans. I know I would tune in more often go watch belching and farting contests in the place of boring routine plays. A-Rod is lucky Corky didn’t suggest airing video of A-Rod being raped by Corky instead of belching contests!
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That last video is off the hook! Corky gets up to dance to the rock version of that amazing sign and wiggles his bubble butt all over the place. The next thing I knew one of those twins was grinding up against the Corkster with an obvious erection! Corky was absolutely amazing and I can see why he and Mr. B are trying to reboot Dirty Dancing! Hopefully they keep those weirdo twins away from the set!
Barf, it is pretty clear that the DeMasi twins are gay for Corky! I bet that Corky would buttslam both of them during their summer tours!
these music videos are surprisingly easy to masturbate to
The twin with the beard in these videos is Joseph DeMasi. A simple google search reveals that there was a psychiatrist named Dr. Joseph DeMasi who molested a young boy in the 1980s and was sentenced to seven years in prison. Is the Joseph DeMasi in these videos the same guy who went to prison decades earlier??
This is a Washington Post article about Dr. Joseph DeMasi https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/politics/1998/10/09/psychiatrist-liable-for-protecting-pedophile/f3d8314e-f665-4c1a-8530-5696a72350b9/
"PSYCHIATRIST LIABLE FOR PROTECTING PEDOPHILE
A psychiatrist who failed to warn anyone about another doctor's sexual fantasies about children was held partly responsible by a federal jury today for the molestation of a 10-year-old boy.
Douglas Ingram was found negligent in not warning anyone about Joseph DeMasi. The jury will return Friday to decide how much in damages Ingram should pay the boy's family.
The verdict's effect on the principle of doctor-patient confidentiality was not immediately clear. One psychiatrist said the case is unusual enough that its effect will not be large.
As part of his training in psychiatry, DeMasi underwent psychotherapy with Ingram in the mid-1980s. During the sessions, DeMasi admitted to fantasizing about having sex with children.
He later was charged with molesting three boys, including a 10-year-old boy who had been treated at Danbury Hospital for suicidal tendencies. That child's family sued Ingram and the New York Medical College, where DeMasi was being trained.
The jury did not find the medical school at fault.
Ingram and lawyers for both sides left the courthouse without comment.
The boy, now 22 and serving a prison sentence for assault, is expected to testify Friday.
During the trial, Ingram said he had questioned DeMasi about whether he had ever molested a child, intended to molest a child or fantasized about a particular child. In each case, Ingram testified, the answer was no.
Ingram also said he had consulted with five other psychiatrists and was confident that he had no obligation to report DeMasi's disclosure or force him out of the residency program. But the jury concluded that Ingram should have known that DeMasi was likely to harm others.
DeMasi pleaded guilty to risk of injury to a minor and received a seven-year prison sentence in 1987.
In most cases, conversations between a doctor and patient are considered private. But in the past 25 years, court cases have gradually established that psychiatrists also have a duty to protect others who may be threatened by patients, especially when specific individuals have been identified.
"If patients can't talk to doctors about their fantasies, it's going to destroy treatment," Walter Borden, a therapist and forensic psychiatrist, told the Hartford Courant. "I see a lot of people who have committed crimes and are potentially dangerous. It's difficult enough to get them to talk. This is not going to help matters."
But Harold Schwartz, director of the Institute of Living in Hartford, said the combination of DeMasi's fantasies, his career and his belief that pedophilia should not be illegal should have set off alarms."
These amazing videos show why the queer community has been in love with Corky for decades. Knowing there is a massive trouser snake in those white trousers makes him all the more delectable! I do find white trousers an interesting choice as the seat of those pants would be brown with Doo-Doo stains within a short period of time. That is likely the doing of the DeMasi twins who likely got their rocks off to Corky’s shit stained pants!! Watching these videos makes me very jealous of A Rod.
I worked a a roadie for Corky’s band between 2005 and 2007. I remember often walking past Corky’s dressing room before concerts and hearing what sounded like a loud fart followed by moaning and then loud butt-slamming! A caterer told me that he walked into Corky’s room to deliver some food and noticed that the room reeked of the smell of anus. He said that Corky was laying on a bed bare-assed and the DeMasis were behind him. One DeMasi was on his right and the other was on his left. They each grabbed one of Corky’s ass cheeks and then Corky suddenly ripped a loud, smelly fart and when the stench hit the DeMasis, they fell onto the floor and started convulsing while jizzing their pants. Corky then stood up and started drinking a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. Corky set down the bottle and then belched. Corky then started giving them rough anal! My caterer buddy got freaked out and then left.
David, what an amazing story. Were you aware that after you left the Problem Child seems to have briefly taken over as roadie for Chris and the band? It ended in a massive scandal!
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I want to fart in. Aaron Judge’s face. I saw him a few weeks back and gave him some tips on how to hit more home runs and he totally ignored me. Then I saw he was using my tips and smacked dinger after dinger! Does anyone think I have a case to sue him?
Fox, I feel you may have solid case if you can elaborate on the tips you gave Judge. Where did this happen?
Bruce, I’m glad you feel I have a case. I met Aaron Judge in the parking lot of a Golden Corral restaurant. He was wearing his Yankees uniform which made him incredibly easy to spot. He had a plate of food sitting on top of the 1986 Camaro he was driving and there was some dude with a Cubs hat and those giant headphones from the 80’s on his head. Aaron was eating what looked to be some fried shrimp with cocktail sauce, and every now and then he would turn around and rip a loud fart into the guys face who was sitting in the passenger seat. I went over and told Aaron I was a fan and that I had a tip for him. I told him that when I played little league my coach told me to pretend the bat was an extension of my cock, and to swing the bat as if it was his dick. I even gave him a demonstration. Aaron didn’t say anything to this and I left to start my shift in the Golden Corral kitchen. A day later I see he’s hitting homer after homer and when I checked it out I saw he was using my hitting style! I feel he owes me a little cash, or at least some credit for his recent homer streak. I’m thinking if he breaks Maris’s record maybe they can put a little asterisk and include me for my tips. Thanks for all the support guys. This is an amazing forum.
Albert Pujols hit his 699th and 700th home run on Friday night when the Cardinals played the Dodgers. A-Rod was watching the game with Corky and Mr. Belding. Corky thought that the game was bored so he engaged in a farting contest with Mr. B to see who could rip the smelliest fart. Although Corky put up a value to effort, he was no match for his best friend, Mr. Belding, who ripped a window-rattling 12-second fart which was incredibly loud and pungent. After the fart, A-Rod uttered “Zoinks!” and then opened a window to air out the room, which reeked of the smell of anus. Corky was about to throw A-Rod a beating until he got distracted by a commercial for candy on the tv. Later in the evening, when Albert Pujols hit his 700th home run, Mr. Belding and Corky started clapping and cheering and told A-Rod that he sucked. Corky then pointed out that Albert Pujols was much better at hitting home runs than A-Rod. Corky then asked whether he and Albert Pujols grew up on the same block in Mexico and said that everyone on that block knows A-Rod sucks. A-Rod replied by asking Corky what the hell he was talking about and said that neither he nor Albert Pujols are Mexican, so why would they have grown up on the same block in Mexico? Corky got mad because he thought A-Rod was being rude to him, so he slapped A-Rod in the face and started ass-raping A-Rod while Mr. Belding ate huge spoonfuls of hot chocolate mix!
Gary, when Pujols hit number 700 the announcers said he’d joined a super exclusive club that included Barry Bonds, Hank Aaron, and Babe Ruth. Corky then asked how many homers A Rod had and he replied he had 696. Corky made a face at this and asked why A Rod didn’t get 4 more? At this Mr. B stepped in a said A Rod would have definitely had 4 more if he hadn’t been suspended from baseball for an entire season for steroid use. At this Corky made a face and said A Rod was a dirty cheater. Mr. B said by the end of his career he stank so badly the Yankees released him mid season! At this Corky started laughing and said the Yankees ,hat have hated A Rod and made sure he didn’t get 700 homers. He then jumped off the couch and did a neat little dance, which caused him to crash into a coffee table and fall through it. A Rod who was already upset yelled at Corky to stop his “Dirty Dancing” moves and stop wrecking the furniture. Corky replied that A Rod was a total loser and he should be happy Corky and Mr. B hung around with him. Corky then punched A Rod in the face, ripped off his Yankees pants, and ass raped him for the second time that night while Mr. B clapped his hands while stuffing his face with a bag of skittles!
Crotch, A-Rod is praying for Albert Pujols to get injured soon and to not change his mind about retirement. A-Rod knows that the love of his life, Corky, is going to ridicule him if Albert Pujols gets six more RBIs to tie Babe Ruth for second place on the all-time list. A-Rod also hates the fact that Corky is more impressed with Mr. Belding’s Belching and Pepperoni Fart contest trophies than he is with A-Rod’s MVP, Silver Slugger, and Gold Glove awards!
It is nice to see that those two pervs are fulfilling Corky’s sexual needs. ‘Tards need attention just like the rest of us.
It is a shame that Screech died. I grew up watching SBTB. I always found Screech to be annoying and hated him whenever he would make an appearance in an episode. However, I always thought it would be cool to prank Screech. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not gay or any like that. However, I think it would have been fun to sneak up behind Screech while he’s eating lunch at Arby’s, Taco Bell, or one of the other fast food restaurants he frequented. I would then drop my pants and jerk off until I blew a huge load of jizz onto his Jew-fro. If I was lucky, some of the jizz would land in Screech’s drink! Screech would suddenly turn around to try to figure out what had happened and then I would expel a 12-second window-rattling wet fart in his face as everyone in the restaurant laughs and cheers me on!
Tonight while watching the Yankees game Aaron Judge hit home run number 61. At this Mr. B and Corky ran over and pressed their bare asses to A Rod’s head and simultaneously ripped ass. As they did this they cheered and yelled that A Rod was a cheater and stank. When the farts hit A Rod’s face he yelled Zoinks, then fell to the ground jizzing his pants. Corky then stomped on A Rod for being such a degenerate queer.
I am a clinical psychologist and I can tell just from looking at these videos that those twins are gay for Corky. They each have nasty thoughts floating in their heads about perverted things they want to do to lovable Corky! They probably forced him to wear those pants, knowing they show off his juicy ‘tard bubble butt!
Jerry, do you believe they chose white pants knowing by the end of the day the seat of those pants would be covered in diaper leakage, and white pants would accentuate the stains?
JM Jones, in my professional experience, I do believe that they had Corky wear those white or light tan khakis knowing that Corky would quickly stain them with pee and doodoo stains. Those pants also show his diaper lines - when Corky fills his diaper with doodie, it will be very obvious when he’s wearing those pants!
Thanks Jerry. It seems Corky has been objectified as a sex symbol his entire career. I heard that last night Corky and Mr. B watched the new Netflix special on Nolan Ryan. Corky asked A Rod how many people he’d struck out in his career. When A Rod said that was a stupid question as he was never a pitcher Corky yelled, “And you’re still a catcher bitch!” As Mr. B cheered him on Corky gave A Rod a flying tackle, ripped off his Yankees uniform pants, and gave him some rough anal. Corky yelled something about how He was pitching a perfect game with his monster dong and A Rod’s butthole was doing a bad job catching. Corky then fired his seed all over A Rod’s ass, then did an awesome leapfrog and yelled “catch this bitch” before ripping an amazing fart two inches from A Rod’s nose! Mr. B lifted his leg and ripped a lovely 12 second fart to support his best chum. Corky and Mr. B then went off to the kitchen to eat some leftover Taco Bell!
JM, it is great that Corky and Mr. B are the best of friends and have such good times together. Corky has a quick temper and A-Rod should really think carefully before responding to one of Corky’s ill-informed comments about baseball. Imagine what Corky would have done if A-Rod had pointed out that the only record Nolan Ryan holds which will never, ever be broken is his record for all-time walks, which is 52% higher than the #2 pitcher on the all-time list. Corky would have said “walk this” and he put his foot up A-Rod’s ass!
Ass Master you are totally correct. Corky latches on to things he likes. A Rod could have just said he didn’t have any strikeouts then said Nolan Ryan was a great pitcher. That likely would have confused Corky a bit. Instead he insulted Corky creating a situation where Corky became enraged, which seems to make him extremely horny. One does not argue with Corky, as he immediately goes into a ‘tard rage and then dishes out violent beatings and sexual assaults. It would have been funny if A Rod tried to talk about Nolan’s control problems and record number of walks, as I agree it would have ended with Corky shoeing A Rod up the ass. I do find it hilarious that Corky and Mr. B are excited about every baseball record except A Rod’s.
Albert Pujols got three RBIs on Sunday and tied Babe Ruth for 2nd place on the all-time list. When Corky and Mr. Belding heard this on the tv on Sunday they started laughing and Corky told A-Rod that he sucked. Corky and Mr. Belding then each ripped ass and said that A-Rod’s career was as stinky as their farts! A-Rod was annoyed and said that he was 4th on the all-time list, which is a tremendous accomplishment. A-Rod then asked Corky if he even knows what an RBI is. When Corky had a blank stare on his face because he didn’t know the answer, A-Rod said that Corky was a dumb ‘tard and that he should keep his mouth shut and pull down his pants so A-Rod could fondle Corky’s huge dong. When Corky heard A-Rod’s rude comment, he flew into a ‘tard rage and started slapped A-Rod’s face and kicked him in the balls! Mr. Belding ate spoonfuls of cake frosting while watching this incident unfold and started both laughing and farting to encourage Corky. Corky then removed his diaper and coated A-Rod’s head with a diarrhea spray, causing Mr. B to fall off the couch laughing hysterically! Corky then ass-raped A-Rod! After blowing a load of his Downer seed, Mr. B grabbed A-Rod’s wallet and then he and Corky went to a Chuky Cheese to eat dinner!
Gary, it’s amazing how Corky and Mr. B are happy with the most simple aspects of life. They love eating, farting, and taking dumps. They love belching and watching cartoons. They don’t really care about much else other than tormenting A Rod to amuse themselves. I think it’s glorious they are content just sitting around A Rod’s mansion stuffing themselves, farting, belching, and watching cartoons. It must be so cool to be A Rod and get to wake up each day to a house that stinks like a butthole, while knowing two obese guys are destroying your home by shifting anywhere they like. I hope A Rod writes a memoir one day giving us all the tasty deets of what life with Corky and Mr. B is like.
Hey Mang! Did you see I hit another homer tonight? 2 more RBI’s buddy. I’ve now passed you, and Babe Ruth. I destroyed all your records A Fraud! Soon I’m gonna retire and will spend the rest of my life spraying green Doo Doo water. I’ve got my eyes on Corky mang. He’s got a juicy bubble butt, and his fat buddy Mr. B makes me laugh. Send him to live with me once the season is done or I’ll have to take something else from you! Talk at you later faggot!
Today Corky was watching more baseball as he likes watching players break records so he can laugh at A Rod and tell him how much he sucks. While watching Corky noticed he didn’t see a single ‘tard player. As a ‘Tard Supremacist Corky gets very angry and he told A Rod he better make a call and get some young ‘tards in MLB next season. He said he knew a kid named Mongo who he saw really wacking a tennis ball off a tee ball stand at the Special Olympics and A Rod should try and find that guy. He said now that the designated hitter was in both the National and American leagues ‘tards should have all those spots. He said that even he might try and life some weights with Mr. B down in the bathroom off A Rod’s weight room so he could be on a team next year. Mr. B encouraged this and let loose a monster belch, then said Coach Rizzo had been the baseball coach on SBTB and had even coached AC Slater. He said he could give him a call and he might be able to come and help Corky become a power hitter. At this Corky let loose a monster dookie in his diaper as his excitement grew. A Rod stepped in and said Corky was fat and nearing 60. That he couldn’t run the bases even if he somehow got a hit. He said that ‘tards had poor motor skills and couldn’t swing the bat, or run, up to pro baseball standards. He also said that “Coach Rizzo” wasn’t even a baseball coach, he was an actor on a dumb Saturday morning show. Corky of course was having none of this and claimed that ‘tards were discriminated against as they were better at everything. He then said proof of that was his gigantic don’t and luscious bubble butt, compared to A Rod cocktail frank for a dick, and non bubble butt. He then made a few swinging motions, knocking over a plant, to show off his potential. Mr. B lifted his leg and ripped a 9 second fart to support his best pal. Corky stated Mongo was even better then he was. A Rod said MLB wanted the best players and if any ‘tards were good enough they would already be in MLB. At this Corky ran at A Rod and clotheslined him. He ripped off his Yankees uniform and gave him some insane buttsex. Mr. B cheered this on by eating an entire box of Bugles, and ripping a few window rattling farts. As Corky pounded A Rod’s ass he said if Mongo wasn’t on a major league team by opening day 2023 he and Mr. B were moving in with Albert Pujols who he believed was a real baseball hero who was much better then. A Rod and wasn’t a smell cheater who discriminated against ‘tards. He then jizzed on A Rod’s head, then went off with Mr. B to order 6 Pizza Hut meat lovers pizza’s from Uber Eats.
Albert, thanks for posting - it is fantastic to see that an all-time baseball great stopped by to post. I remember reading this post about you a few years ago. Do you still play shower games like this?
“Anonymous (Rookie) wrote on Thu, 02 May 2019 08:27:20 GMT
Two of the stories that stick out are about the silly little games Albert used to play whenever he was in the locker room with the other guys. The first game was something he called "pulgares sucios" (dirty thumbs). He would sneak up behind teammates who were changing or showering, or just not paying attention and he would jam his thumb as far up their butt as he could, and then he would move it back and forth in front of his nose while inhaling deeply...and he would do it with creepy looks. If Albert approved of the smell he would say “dulce sabor,” (sweet flavor), but if he didn’t approve of the smell he would say “necesita condiment (needs seasoning).
The other game he played was one of the urine games. He called that game 'sorpresa amarilla' (yellow surprise). This was a game he played in the showers where he would try to piss on his teammates without them realizing it. Sometimes he'd piss on the shower floor and let it run across their feet as it ran towards the drain, and other times he would go all the way and try to pee on their leg, butt, back, etc...when they were looking the other way. His favorite was when he could shoot a perfect, strong stream of urine out and land it right in a guy's buttcrack. He called that "Oro de la Diana"...(golden bullseye). I guess he was a real sick fokkke.”
I have a tight penis and my wife has a big pussy.
Smiddy, if you want to know about my locker room games you gotta be a big leaguer!
Here’s another Albert Pujols story I saw posted in another forum:
“Anonymous (Rookie) wrote on Fri, 20 Jan 2017 05:14:49 GMT
Last nigh Albert showed up to my friend Pete's Wednesday night poker game uninvited. Pete and the rest of the guys dont even know how Albert could have possibly known about the game or where he lived, because he has never met any of those guys. He just showed up, walked in the house without knocking and sat down at the table without even so much as an introduction. Right after sitting Albert started bragging about how much Mongolian BBQ he ate before coming over. Because he's such a famous baseball player, Pete just sat there speechless, in shock that the famous Albert Pujols was in his dining room, and made the mistake of not asking him to leave.
About 5 minutes after walking into Pete's house uninvited, Albert got up and walked around the downstairs until he found Pete's bathroom. He went in and plopped down on the toilet, not closing the door behind him. Seconds later Pete says all he heard was Albert groaning and moaning. He was making gurgling sounds, and then he said ""OHHH, BUENO, BUENO....UHHHHH....ME GUSTA....OHHHHHH"....between the loudest, wettest sounding farts any of the guys had ever heard. Albert then screamed in a super high pitched voice "eeee wheeeee wheeeee...GREEN CHOCOLATE MILK IS COMING OUT OF MY ASS....eeeeeeekkkkkk tree teeehhhhheeeeee".....and the whole house became filled with the most vile, repugnant odor that the guys had ever experienced. One of them compared it to a swimming in a pool filled with week old dirty diapers.
I guess Albert then got up, pulled his pants on and left Pete's house without saying a word. No apology, no explanation, nada. He didn't bother to wipe, he didn't flush, and he didn't wash his hands. He just skipped out of the house smiling and laughing the creepiest laugh the guys had ever heard. Pete says that they all just sat their for several moments in stunned silence, while choking on the toxic fumes, unsure of what had just happened. He also said that Albert left the toilet bowl overflowing, with green runny diarrhea all over the seat and floor, and that the house still doesn't smell right 24 hours later.
What kind of big leaguer does something like that? He's no hall of fame in my book after doing something like that to my friend Pete.”
Pete liked that display of Dominican hospitality. I enjoy giving my fans a treat by showing up and brightening up their homes with the stench of an all star and future hall of famed. Much like Corky and Mr. B like making A Rod’s house reek of anus. Pete wrote me many thanks you notes and we exchanged a few texts that may or may not have included a few generous pics of by butthole. Pete’s friend should not have talked and about my lovely gift. He paid dearly for doing so.
I love Albert. He’s a true baseball star and is always giving back to his fanbase. He is welcome in my house (and bed) anytime. I’m not a gay man, but the idea of Albert releasing a torrent of nasty Doo Doo water in one of my toilets is super erotic!
Albert, I heard that on the morning of his starts, Shohei Ohtani and you would stand naked in the team’s shower with your backs to each other and your asses touching. Then you would each rip farts into each other’s assholes for good luck. While doing this, Mike Trout and Kurt Suzuki would sit on chairs and stare at you while jerking each other off. I heard that this helped Ohtani maintain focus for his starts!
Steve, your status as a legendary pepperoni fart champion is known world wide. Trout has a picture of you ripping your final fart in the 1987 USA vs USSR championships in his locker. It was awesome how even with the Soviets juicing their pepperoni with banned substances you still beat Igor Stinklovich on your final blast. I’ve heard that single incident was the largest reason the Soviet Union collapsed. To answer your question It is true. That was our ritual. I believe it made Ontani and Trout the superstars they are today. I continued that with the Cardinals this year and look where we are at. Playoffs, and I put up home run and rbi numbers that let me pass many of the greats (except A Rod who was a filthy cheater and was never great). Once the season is done I’m retiring and will head to Miami to show my fart techniques to Corky and Mr. B. I’ll also take a dump in A Rod’s mouth.
I wish I had a time machine. I would go back to 1992 and hang out with the cast of Saved By The Bell as they filmed their final season of that show. I would snort blow and drop acid with Zack and Mr. Belding. Then someone would turn on a porno movie and my pants would suddenly drop go the ground and I would “accidentally” jerk off into Screech’s Jew-fro. Mr. B, Zack, and I would then repeatedly fart in Screech’s face for the next five minutes as he gasps for fresh air and begs us to stop! We finally leave and then Max walks into the room and teabags Screech!
Larry, I dream of that every night. Imagine having a time machine that allowed you to travel back to any time during SBTB’s 12 seasons. I personally would prefer to go back during the New Class. Specially when Screech and Mr. B worked at the mall for some unknown reason. Screech was a security guard and in one episode Mr. B dressed up as a woman to catch a purse thief. During this period Screech’s Jew Fro was at its most massive. I would pop in and plant evidence in Screech’s work locker that pointed to Screech. I would then wait until Mr. B was dressed as a woman and let him know Screech was tricking him into dressing like a woman because it got his rocks off, and it was actually Screech that was stealing. I’d slip Mr. B a secret note telling him to check ScreechKs locker. Then I’d hang out in the locker room and wait. Soon enough Mr. B, dressed as a woman, would appear and demand to check that clowns locker. Screech would protest but thinking he had nothing to hide would open it. Of course a pile of purses would fall out of the locker causing Screech to yell “Zoinks”. I would watch the fury grow in Mr. B’s eyes, just waiting for him to tear off Screech’s uniform, punch him in the face, and then lift his absurd dress so he could squat over Screech’s face and rip ass. I would wait with lust in my eyes until invited in by the Big Bopper to help him spitroast Screech. This demented scene plays in my head over and over. A deranged looking Mr. B in a dress, pounding away at Screech’s butthole. I’d be utilizing Screech’s mouth while also tearing out chunks of that massive, greasy, Jew fro. After jizzing on Screech I’d begin slamming his head with his locker door while Mr. B cheered me own and took a steamy shit on Screech. Afterwards I could see Mr. B and myself leaving Screech in a heap while we went off to Sbarro’s for some pizza, then heading to Brookstone to sit in those massaging chairs. If I had a time machine this is the very first thing I’d do!
Asscrack, I’ve never seen that episode, but it doesn’t surprise me at all. The writers were so lazy and phoned it in during the last several seasons of the New Class. I still don’t know why Mr. Belding was so hard up for money that he needed to work in a mall. Was he terrible with money - how did he manage to squander his high school principal salary?? The writing was so bad that they put Screech and Mr. Belding in ridiculous situations while trying to salvage a laugh. However, I do admit that it was funny when Screech grew an enormous greasy Jew-fro - that did make me laugh. It was also great how they let Mr. Belding and Screech engage in an openly homosexual relationship on the show - Screech clearly was in deep love with Mr. B, whereas Mr. B simply viewed Screech has his sexual rim goblin.
I would also like to use the time machine to go back to the episode where Mr. Belding was lifting weights in the locker room, mere feet from bathroom stalls where students would pee and take dumps. Mr. Belding’s testosterone levels were elevated as he maxed out on arm curls and when he saw Screech changing after a gym class, he had his was with Screech’s butthole while Ox and Slater watched and laughed! Then Kevin the Robot rolls into the locker room and extends his metal cock, causing Screech to exclaim, “Zoinks!” Then Mr. Belding and Kevin the Robot spit-roast Screech. I suddenly appear from a stall where I had been hiding and I rip a 12-second wet fart in Screech’s face! I turn around and jerk off into his Jew-fro as Mr. Belding grunts and then blows his load into Screech’s ass! Kevin also ejaculates hot oil down Screech’s throat! Mr. B, Kevin, and I then head over to the Max for milkshakes as Screech lays in a puddle of blood, semen, and chunks of Jew-fro on the locker room floor!
Larry, I was pondering Kevin earlier this evening. Legend has it that Maxwell Nerdstrom programmed Kevin to be a deviant homosexual robot who was only gay for Screech. I’m guessing Slater and his shop class buddies built and welded on the metal cock. But each time Kevin assaulted Screech he would say he had to drain his oil, then he would drain it into, or into, Screech. My question is who the hell was refilling Kevin’s oil? Kevin assaulted Screech hundreds of times on the show. Had Screech merely not replaced Kevin’s oil he wouldn’t have been able to blow scalding hot oil over over him. My guess is that Screech wanted Kevin to like him so he kept changing his oil. But the lazy writers left this as a real open ended mystery.
I’ve heard through the grapevine that Corky recently saw one of those “Ernest” movies from the 80’s and 90’s. He liked it so much when he found out the guy who played Ernest had died he demanded A Rod play Ernest and make new movies for he and Mr. B to enjoy. He and Mr. B are currently writing the script for “Ernest Takes a Shit”. The entire movie revolves around Ernest having diarrhea and sitting on a toilet farting and spraying diarrhea. A Rod who is recovering from a prolapsed anus is going along with it as he fears another ass raping may cause permanent damage!
Albert, thank you for being such a fan of my pepperoni fart prowess! My dad and I used to have belching and farting contests at the dinner table on a daily basis. My mom thought it was disgusting and rude, but dad and I loved it! What are you going to do after you retire from baseball after this season? I invite you to compete on the pepperoni fart circuit- there is a competition in St. Louis the week after Thanksgiving. There is also a new diarrhea competition white could be your forte! I think that if you could overflow a toilet with your trademark “green doodoo water,” you could easily win. The winner receives a small trophy, a six-pack coupon of Mello Yello, and a coupon for $5 off at the Sizzler!
Steve my amigo, the road has come to the end. Molina and I just enjoyed one final shower. I peed in Lars Nootbaar’s ass crack because he has a funny name, and Molina peed in Paul Goldschmidt’s butt crack for stinking. We then had what will be our last cock swordfight. At least the last in the Cardinals clubhouse. You asked what my plans are now? I have every intention of heading to Miami to hang out with Corky and Mr. Belding. I saw that chump A Rod before the game as he was announcing it. I said, hey Mang, you are a pussy, and while you announce games I’m heading to Miami to steal Corky. He ran away like a little girl and I could hear him sobbing in the janitors closet. I opened the door to it and ripped a nice, burrito fueled, fart. I wish I had had more time as I would have liked to check his oil if you know what I’m saying, but I had to get ready for the game. Now I’m on my way to Miami. I’m gonna show Corky and Mr. B what a real baseball legend is, and I’m gonna spray green Doo Doo all over A Rod’s house. As to the diarrhea competition in St. Louis count me in and send me the deets. I love the Sizzler. No one can beat me in a diarrhea competition!
Albert, it sounds like you have everything figured out! I remember hearing that you have done a lot of charity work with people who have Down’s Syndrome over the years. Now it is time for you to take a gay lover who has Down’s Syndrome! Corky probably has a single ‘tard buddy with whom he could hook you up. But first you need to visit A-Rod’s mansion and overflow the toilet with your trademark green “doodoo water.” Corky would get a kick out of this and Mr. B would lift his leg and rip a 12-second wet fart to show his approval while A-Rod freaks out about the mess!
The other day, Corky told A-Rod that he thought it would be cool if A-Rod, he, Mr. Belding, and Joe and John DeMasi were all sitting naked on A-Rod’s bed. He said that he and his best buddy, Mr. B, would point to the cocks of the DeMasis and A-Rod and laugh at how small they were compared to the massive dongs of Corky and Mr. B. Corky also said that he and Mr. B would couch down so Joe DeMasi’s face was pressed against Corky’s bare ass and John DeMasi’s face was pressed against Mr. B’s bare ass. Corky also said that A-Rod would be further down the bed and that Joe DeMasi’s bare ass would be pressed against one side of A-Rod’s face and John DeMasi’s bare ass would be pressed against the other side of A-Rod’s face. Corky then said that he and Mr. B would each fart into the face of the DeMasi pressed against their ass and that the DeMasi’s would also fart into A-Rod’s face at the same time! Corky said that this would so really hot.
A-Rod replied that only a sick ‘tard could come up with such a stupid plan. A-Rod also pointed out that he had never even met the DeMasi twins, so why would he want to be naked in his bed with them as well as bare-assed Mr. B and Corky? A-Rod additionally said that he wouldn’t put his face near the asses of those weirdo DeMasi twins! Corky got mad at A-Rod and kicked him in the balls and then slapped him in the face! Corky then pulled off A-Rod’s uniform pants and ass-raped him as Mr. B lifted his leg and ripped a 12-second wet fart to show his support for Corky!
A Rod sure is a square. Corky was finally ready to introduce his band mates to A Rod with a lovely, erotic, setting, and A Rod had to insult him. Corky is a true gem who is always coming up with exciting ways to make life fun! I really hope Albert Pujols arrives soon and spices things up for Corky and the Big Bopper. A Rod has been farted on thousands of times and he behaves like he doesn’t like it. He probably looked up the Demasi twins and rubbed one out while thinking of them sandwiching his head between their ass cheeks and ripping a blast in his face. A Rod sucks.
Corky needs to stop telling A Rod his fantastic ideas and just do them. Invite the DeMasi weirdos over, have everyone get nude, climb in A Rod’s bed, and make it happen. That sounds like a fantastic idea Corky had. I bet the DeMasi’s farts stink like rotten pumpkins.
My man is playing in a playoff game tonight and I’m so excited! He’s always nervous and can’t eat much before a playoff game. But if they win he stuffs himself with pizza, wings, tacos, milkshakes, hamburgers, hot dogs, candy, and a few two liters of soda. By the time he gets home he’s a belching and farting machine and his ass exhaust is heinous. I love it! Go Yankees!!
Oh happy fruity days! My man hit a homer and his team won! He called me from the clubhouse and when I answered all I heard was a giant fart. He later texted me he’s eating a ton of stuff including egg rolls and pizza rolls. I hope his bare ass farts coat me in a film of dookie juice!
Steve Bartman, I used to eat at the Taco Bell across the street from a Wrigley Field in Chicago back in 2016-17 and would occasionally see you and Anthony Rizzo when you were on romantic dinner dates. I remember one time you two were sitting at a table and Anthony got up to refill his large soda cup with more Mountain Dew: Baja Blast. As he got up and walked past you, he ripped an insanely loud fart when his ass was a few inches from your head! It was hilarious although it incredibly stinky! I think Anthony managed to single-handedly raise the humidity level in a 1200 sq ft restaurant as all of the windows immediately fogged up! But I could see the look of love/lust in your eyes as he was crop-dusting you. I also remember occasionally seeing you two gay love-birds skipping through the restaurant over to the men’s room. Once inside, I recall hearing loud farts follows by several grunts and then the distinct sound of loud butt-slamming emanating from the men’s room!
Some people may not know this. Mr. Belding was a roadie for Elvis in the early 70’s during The “Fat Elvis” phase. Mr. Belding worshiped Elvis and this became the backbone of his life. By the early 70’s Elvis was a pill popping junk eating man who could let loose belches and farts that could peel paint. Just imagine a guy whose healthiest meal was a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich! He ate nonstop, then would cram himself into those tight jumpsuits. His jumpsuits only lasted a few shows as his ass blasts were so powerful they destroyed the fabric. The seat of his pants was reinforced and had to be replaced after each concert. During breaks in the show Elvis would come backstage and devour all kinds of food, then wash it down with a milkshake, before ripping an enormous fart so loud that it was used as a signal to his roadies he was heading back on stage. The stench from this would linger backstage and Mr. Belding became entranced by this awesomeness. Elvis talked about how amazing it would be if he could get to 500 pounds, and how he would just belch and fart into the microphone while jiggling around a bit. Unfortunately his death cut this amazing dream short and Mr. B headed out on his own to try his hand at acting. But he never forgot what he learned as Elvis’s roadie. He ate trash, packed on pounds, and became a belching and farting maestro. He even paid homage to Elvis by playing him in an episode. Today Elvis would be very proud of what Mr. B has become.
Belding Fanatic, that was an interesting story - I had not idea that Mr. Belding was a roadie for Elvis. Mr. B has certainly lived an interesting life!
Did you know that Elvis was constipated and didn't go dookie for the last four months of his life? I did not even realize that this was possible, but apparently this was a result of a combination of drug abuse and a terrible diet. https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/elvis-presley-constipated-4-months-23395093
Gaylord, I was aware of that. Mr. B was as well and I believe it saved his life. During the second season of The New Class the Big Bopper was suffering from constipation of his own. He had been really chowing down in Chinese food from PF Chang’s which backed him up. He normally takes numerous dumps a day, so you can imagine after 3 days without taking a dump how backed up the big guy was. He was in quite a bit of pain and called Screech into his office. He told Screech he was constipated and needed help. Screech being laughing at this and said “Awe the Chief has a belly ache”. At this Mr. B slugged Screech in the gut, then when Screech bent forward Mr. B have him an uppercut that put Screech on his back. Mr. B then dropped his pants and sat on Screech’s face, placing his butthole over Screech’s mouth. He told Screech he better start sucking out the turds, and when Screech tried to complain he couldn’t breathe Mr. B adjusted his ass so his Screech is lips formed an airtight O ring around his anus. He then punched Screech in the belly causing Screech to take try and suck in air, which caused the turds stuck in Mr. B’s intestines to break loose. They flew into Screech’s mouth like a dam had burst. A mix of dried turds and feces juice. Belding said “Gobble those turds you little rim goblin”. As Screech choked on the massive amount of shit that came pouring out of Mr. B’s anus Mr. B lifted his ass and ripped a 28 second fart that had been blocked. This blew back and flattened Screech’s Jew fro and coated his face in slimy dookie juice. Mr. B totally relieved stood up and kicked Screech in the balls, then went off to get lunch as it was Pizza day in the cafeteria. Screech laid on the floor for 10 minutes choking and gagging on Mr. B’s waste. After that Mr. B made sure to regularly have Screech use his lips as a suction device to suck out any lodged turds, ensuring he was never constipated again. Had Screech been around when Elvis was alive it’s very likely Elvis would still be alive today. I do however worry with Screech gone the Big Bopper may again become constipated and not have a deranged queer to suck the rancid turds from his ass!
Belding Fanatic, that is a great field report. Mr. B was lucky to have Screech in his life to unclog his colon! It was probably a shock to Screech the first time he sucked a turd out of the Big Bopper’s butthole, but Screech eventually learned to enjoy it. Screech loved being a rim goblin so much that his queer band, Salty the Pocketknife, actually sang a song about it, entitled “Rim Goblin.”
Smiddy, that’s exactly it. Screech didn’t really enjoy the first experience as it really was a trial by fire with a backed up Mr. B releasing a shit tsunami. But he quickly realized his deviant side loved it and next thing one knew he had become a legendary rim goblin. Sucking down turds and farts, and ensuring Mr. B’s colon was kept cleared and his asshole spic and span. It’s interesting how that event led to Screech being named “unpaid bathroom attendant intern” which led to his real life career choice manning various rest stop and truck stop bathrooms across the county while servicing the penis and ass needs of thousands of lucky dudes.
A-Rod is so lucky. I wish I could be with a stud like Corky. Feeding him dinner while he’s drooling all over the place and then overflows his diaper with feces and urine would be fun. Afterwards, we would hop in the shower to clean him off and I would fondle his reportedly gigantic dong. He would erotically humiliate me by pointing out how his dong is ten times the size of mine. Then he would get horny and sodomize my butthole in the shower. After filling me with his seed, he would then release a series of stinky farts. After the shower, I would limp out and dry off and dress myself. Then I would pamper Corky’s bottom and rub talcum powder on his bubble butt. Corky, I’ll have some free time starting in January- let’s hook up, stud!
Today A Rod spent the day laying around watching baseball with Corky and Mr. Belding. A Rod lamented that he was a far superior announcer then any of the people on the TV broadcasts. Corky was bored most of the time and played with some thumb wrestlers, and also had a belching contest with Mr. Belding. When the Astros/Mariners game went 17 scoreless innings Corky said baseball was the dumbest sport ever and that during games they should treat their fans to exciting belching and farting contests during the game and only show the game when there was some action. A Rod said this was Corky’s all time dumbest idea as baseball fans enjoyed watching the pitchers and batters compete against each other and that was a big part of the game. He said no baseball fan wanted to watch a couple of guys burp and fart and only see the game if there was a hit. Corky tried to explain that the burping and farting competition would be in the stadium and that to spice it up the burping and farting contestants would represent each team. He said super premium seats would be those closest to the belching and farting competitions where people could really get a good whiff of the action. He said the Jumbotron would always have the burping and farting competition on and the stadium sound would be plugged into that as well. Mr. B shook his head in approval of this amazing idea and lifted his leg to let loose a nice 9 second fart. A Rod said Corky just kept getting dumber and that why would fans want to be watching a baseball game and constantly be interrupted by loud belches and farts. He said he felt the players would hate the constant distractions as well. Corky growing annoyed said they players were boring and if they got a hit the screens would show it and the fans would watch. But then they would go back to being entertained by burping and farting until the next hit happened. Corky then stood up and belted A Rod in the face as he felt his new idea wasn’t being taken seriously. He told A Rod to get on the horn with baseball people and make his idea happen. He then ripped off A Rod’s Yankees pants and ass raped him, while having a belching contest with Mr. B. After jizzing on A Rod Corky said that he had another great idea and that it would be cool if players who weren’t playing or were in the bullpen could participate against each other in the belching and farting contests. Corky and Mr. B then went off to eat a leftover pizza and watch some old spice channel episodes of SBTB.
Inside Man, that was a great idea by Corky to make the games more interesting to casual fans. I know I would tune in more often go watch belching and farting contests in the place of boring routine plays. A-Rod is lucky Corky didn’t suggest airing video of A-Rod being raped by Corky instead of belching contests!
I wanna be down.. with corky's mongo cock stuffed balls deep up in my black ass..
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