I recently discovered this hot photo of Screech and Belding. It is very evident that they were deeply in love when this photo was taken - the chemistry between those two lovebirds is palpable!
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Screech has a weird look on his face, kind of like if someone is jamming something up his ass!
Mr. Belding looks pretty happy here. I’m guessing he was either drunk when the photo was taken or Screech had just serviced his penis and ass needs in the men’s room a few minutes prior.
I wonder how many young men instantly turned gay when they saw Screech parading around in a wimpy swimsuit in the “Miss Bayside” episode? Mr. Belding was lucky he got to play a major role in that episode by singing the “Miss Bayside” song to Screech after Screech was announced as the winner. I bet that Mr. Belding gave Screech a good butt-slamming in his trailer after filming that scene!
Damn, even in this sweet pic you can see Mr. Belding was ready to pound Screech’s anus! A close look shows Screech is attempting to hold the Big Boppers hand. Look closely and you will see the shine of one of Screech’s fingernails in the Big Boppers hand. Next look at Mr. B’s giant meat hook on Screech’s shoulder. He is obviously using a claw technique to dig his fingers into Screech. I’d say Screech’s fruity hat likely enraged the Big Bopper and Mr. Belding was mere seconds from ripping off Screech’s clothing and giving him a brutal ass pounding followed by a lovely tea bagging!
Look how Mr. Belding just rocks that receding hairline! The front of his head is near bald, but the back looks like Don Johnson! I’m unaware of Screech wearing many hats and am guessing that he was embarrassed that Mr. B had ripped out massive chunks of his mighty Jew fro during one of their hot sexual trysts!
Mick, you raised a good point - what is the deal with Mr. Belding’s hair in that photo?? The front of the top of his head appears to be almost bald, but the back part has a ton of thick hair! Is he wearing a toupee, or does he just have a really weird hairline?? That photo looks like it could have been taken during the late 90s when Screech sported a notoriously huge and poofy Jew-fro. Screech probably wore that stupid hate to either hide his absurd Jew-fro or to hide the large bake patches where chunks of his Jew-fro had been torn out.
I worked at a Fantastic Sam’s in the San Fernando Valley during the late 1990s. Those of you familiar with Fantastic Sam’s know that the stylists use fake names. I won’t give my real name, but I can tell you that my fake stylist name at the Fantastic Sam’s was “Sparkle.” Screech came into our place back in summer of 1997 to get a haircut and fix his hairdo. His curly hair was pretty messed up at the time - there were large bald spots on his head. I asked what caused it and he said that his lover has ripped out huge chunks of it. I didn’t ask for more info as I was really grossed out. Screech also seemed to have several spots on his head where his hair was glued together, possibly with Elmer’s glue. I later found out that his gay lover would frequently blow gallons of semen on his head, causing that glue -like residue. Screech also had really bad breath which I discovered was the direct result of inhaling farts and eating feces. When I heard about his death from lung cancer a few years ago, I started wondering whether the feces gobbling and fart inhaling had caused irreparable harm to his lungs.
In any event, I trimmed his curly afro as best I could, but there wasn’t much I could do. Screech eventually grew his hair really long and let it get super greasy - apparently he did this because his long hair helped cover up some of his bald patches.
Screech only stopped by my Fantastic Sam’s on that one occasion. It was memorable not only because Screech was a minor celebrity at the time, but also because Mr. Belding came to pick him up at the end. Mr. Belding walked in with an empty bag of Taco Bell, which he discarded in a trash can. He promptly went into the bathroom, locked the door, and ripped a fart so loud that everyone could hear it! He came out 10 minutes later and when he opened the bathroom door, a heinous stench filled the entire room. We had to open the front door after he left and set up fans to air out the place!
Last night, Corky was watching tv when a news report came on about Jeffrey Epstein and his compromising videotapes of prominent people having sex with underage women. The news report also indicated that these videotapes were made to blackmail people into engaging in certain political activities. Corky asked A-Rod whether Screech was involved in this and whether videotapes were made of Screech having sex with prominent men to blackmail them because they would be embarrassed of anyone found out they had sex with Screech. A-Rod asked Corky what the hell he was talking about and said that the honeypot schemes appeared to involve hot-looking women, not losers like Screech. A-Rod also pointed out that Screech was never desirable or in demand that that anyone could have had sex with Screech by simply giving him a shiny quarter or possibly even bread crusts. Mr. Belding chimed in that videotapes of prominent people giving Screech rough anal and taking dumps in his Jew-fro would look bad and definitely could have been used to blackmail people. Mr. Belding also suggested that he had set up his own honeypot operation involving Screech and high-ranking NBC executives during the late 90s and that this was how he got Saved By The Bell: The New Class to stay on the air for 7 seasons even though that series was terrible. A-Rod replied that he didn’t believe it and that even gay NBC executives could do better than Screech. Corky got mad at A-Rod for being rude to his best buddy, so he punched A-Rod in the stomach and then ass-raped him while Mr. Belding ate a large pizza and took a smelly dump in his pants!
A Rod is a total moron. Back in the 90’s no NBC Executive was going to be openly gay. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to ever admit to having buttsex with Screech! Mr. Belding had pure gold with those videotapes that likely consisted of raging deviant queer executives who masqueraded as straight dudes. By threatening to out them and humiliate them by releasing the tapes of them with Screech Mr. Belding was one smart cookie! Today no one would bat an eye if and NBC executive teabagged, then buttslammed Screech in the lobby of 30 Rockefeller Plaza! In fact today he would be cheered on as a hero. 30 years ago when deranged queers were repressed that would have been frowned upon and likely would have seen the heroic queer arrested!
Back in the 90’s I was just a kid and my father would come home late at night, come in my bedroom, and regale me with tales of the bathroom scene at a local rest stop. He would tell me numerous times how Screech would come to town and how he and his buddies would buttslam him while taking dumps on his bird chest and Jew fro. One time my father even brought me a chunk of Jew fro he claimed to have ripped from Screech’s scalp. I begged him to take me along but he said I wasn’t old enough but someday would get to enjoy the rest stop scene when I had a family of my own. Now I do and that hook nosed goblin went and died. I’ve tried hitting up the rest stop scene, but buttslamming and pissing on an obese black guy dressed as Screech just isn’t the same thing as the real deal. To boot he was creamated, so his deranged fans can’t even honor his legacy by visiting his grave to piss and take dumps on it. I’m so angry!
Stinky, you obviously had a close relationship with your father. My dad would complain about his job at night, but your dad would tell tales of butt-slamming the young Screech! I bet you really looked up to your dad as he told you about going dookie on Screech’s Jew-fro while you watched episodes of Saved By The Bell together. Did your mom also enjoy hearing these stories, or was she a closed-minded woman from whom your father had to hide these experiences?
Butt Stench, this was the late 90’s when Screech was on the New Class. Many Saturdays my father and I would watch the New Class together and he would get up and mime taking a dump on Screech when Screech appeared on our TV. My mother just thought we were idiots and had no idea when my father said he had a late business meeting he was actually at the rest stop on turnpike having dumpster parties and occasionally hooking up with Screech. My mother did question him a few times when she’d fine his Mr. Belding outfits but my father just played it off as a costume for Halloween or something.
Sparkle, your story is insanely hot! This must have occurred when Screech and Belding were dating. I bet he came in to have his hair cut because he and Mr. Belding had a romantic dinner at Pizza Hut planned for that evening! Did you keep any souvenirs from his haircut? The dumpster scene would have gone wild for an item like that! Also, was that the highlight of your career, or did other minor celebrities covered in jizz visit your fine establishment?
I worked next to Sparkles at Fantastic Sam’s for about 15 years. I had the chair next to Sparkle’s. I distinctly remember the day when Screech stopped by during 1996 or 1997 because that show was still fairly popular. I remember when Mr. Belding walked into our Fantastic Sam’s on that day - they both went up to the counter and Screech added his name to the list. When Mr. Belding heard that there was a 45-minute wait, he decided to go to a Taco Bell down the street, but before he did, Screech sat down in a chair in the waiting area and then Mr. Belding turned his back to Screech like he was going to walk out, but instead ripped a loud fart in Screech’s face! It was so weird that I still remember it to this day, more than 25 years later. To make things even weirder, Screech actually thanked Mr. Belding for the fart!
Screech was missing chunks of his Jew-fro that day. I know that Sparkle did what she could to clean him up a bit. I remember seeing Screech years later on tv - I’m pretty sure he ended up having to get a hair transplant to fix his bald patches. I don’t know if it is true, but I heard rumors that his hair was so curly that he was able to transplant pubic and ass hair onto his head!
I can confirm the rumors that Screech was used to entrap NBC executives into renewing Saved By The Bell: The New Class so that it was able to last for seven seasons. As most of you might recall, that sequel series was terrible and should have been cancelled after one season. I was an assistant comptroller for NBC during the mid-90s, so I didn’t have much pull myself. However, my boss had a lot of power and was also a notorious pervert as well as a huge queer! My boss has told me he was going to cancel The New Class in 1995 and replace it with a Hulk Hogan cartoon, but suddenly reversed course and renewed it for several more seasons! I didn’t understand what happened until years later when I was at a Hollywood party and someone popped in a videotape of what I thought was an amateur porno. Imagine my surprise when I recognized my boss on the tape along with Screech and Mr. Belding! My boss was behind Screech really pounding away at Screech’s anus while Mr. Belding stood naked in front of Screech while Screech are out Mr. B’s ass and had his hook nose in Belding’s sweaty asscrack! Screech kept uttering “Zoinks!” while my boss really gave it to him and at one point Mr. Belding smiled and then ripped a ridiculously loud fart in Screech’s face which caused Screech to convulse in ecstasy as my boss pulled out and then blew his load in Screech’s Jew-fro! I’m not like gay or anything like that, but I must admit that it was an entertaining scene and I sometimes think about it while making love to my wife. In any event, I heard that Mr. Belding secretly filmed this encounter and used it as blackmail in exchange for getting The New Class renewed and he also used it to get a yogurt machine installed in his New Class trailer on the rowdy set.
Corky and A-Rod were in the den when an episode of He-Man ended. A-Rod used the remote control for the tv to flip through the channels and saw that a movie called, “The Horse Whisperer” was playing. A-Rod said they should watch it. Corky said that the movie looked stupid and boring. Corky also said that a good movie about A-Rod would be “The Dong Whisperer” because A-Rod is a fag! A-Rod’s eyes welled up with water like he as about to cry as h complained about Corky being so mean to him. Corky got mad at A-Rod for being so annoying, so he slapped him and ass-raped him to teach him a lesson while Mr. Belding took a dump on A-Rod’s MVP awards!
I worked on the catering crew for several NBC shows during the early 1990s, one of which was “Saved By The Bell.” Despite being a show aimed at kids, I have to say that the set was incredibly rowdy! Zack and Slater were always hooking up with girls in their trailers. Screech, on the other hand, tried to get girls but was rejected constantly, resulting in him having to hang out with Mr. Belding. Screech was probably a little sad at first that no girls liked him, but he and Mr. Belding grew to be good friends and later became lovers. I can’t tell you how many times I walked past Me. Belding’s trailer and heard a commotion - usually it was the sound of loud butt-slamming or someone yelling “Zoinks,” but I also frequently heard insanely loud farts coming from there! Some of the farts were so loud and powerful that the walls of his trailer would reverberate! One time I was delivering a tray of cookies and slices of pizza to his trailer - I knocked in the door and when he opened the door, I was nearly overcome by a heinous stench of anus and sweaty crotch!
Yesterday A Rod was watching ESPN in his den when he heard Corky upstairs calling to him. When he got to the bottom of the steps Corky told him to come upstairs as he had a surprise for him. A Rod immediately felt happy and loved, sure that his lover had some kind of sexual treat for him. As he walked up the stairs he saw Corky was waiting near the top, and Mr. Belding was also there. He began to get a bad feeling when 1/4 of the way up the stairs he heard Mr. Belding say “now”, then they both kicked at something. The next thing A Rod knew an enormous turd was rolling down the stairs, leaving brown sit stains on each step as it rolled. When it finally got to A Rod he jumped over it and it passed under him. Corky cheered as he and Mr. Belding began kicking more and more giant turds down the steps at him. The came down quickly and A Rod tried to jump over them but one finally caught him in between jumps and Corky and Mr. Belding booed and told him his game was over. A Rod yelled for them to stop kicking turds as there was now shit all over the steps. Corky, growing annoyed, told A Rod he had just been the first participant in their real life Donkey Kong game he and Mr. Belding had invented. A Rod finally got to the top of the steps where it smelled like shit and noticed about 30 more giant shit logs piled up in the hallway. Corky then said this game they invented was going to be a huge moneymaker as people would love their real life donkey Kong experience. A Rod then asked why they just didn’t use some kind of soft plastic barrels instead of shit logs? Corky told him to shut his yapper, as he and Mr. Belding had discussed that and decided peope would find it funnier to watch their friends jump over or be hit by turds. He said it would save money as instead of buying a bunch of barrels he and Mr. Belding could just eat tons of Taco Bell, and Pizza Hut, along with other junk and would produce the barrels for free. A Rod said this was their all time dumbest idea, and it was obvious this was just another plan designed so Mr. Belding could pretend him eating non stop garbage was his job. At this Corky got really angry and said it would be his job also. He then punched A Rod in the dick, causing him to fall over backwards and roll down the stairs. By the time he stopped falling A Rod was coated in dookie. Corky then yelled to him they had already rented an old Sears for their business and he’d forged A Rod’s name on the lease. He wiggled his fist and said A Rod would get some of that if he didn’t pay the bills. Corky and Mr. Belding then headed to the kitchen to get to work making shit barrels for their new business!
Mr. Belding and Corky sure seem to produce a ridiculous amount of dookie! I know that cow pies are used to produce compost or organic material which is good for lawn soil. I wonder whether Corky or Mr. Belding can sell their dookie as a lawn supplement? Then again, Corky and Mr. Belding primarily eat junk food and pizza, so maybe there aren’t enough nutrients in their feces?
Today Corky told A Rod he was furious A Rod hasn’t grown a hook nose, or had a butt baby! Corky said he’s getting old and wants to have a kid to hang out with so he an Mr. Belding can teach it how to fart and burp. He said he would never send the kid to school as that’s a total waste of time. Instead he and Mr. Belding would teach the kid life lessons by hanging out with it and eating fast food and watching awesome TV shows like The Munsters. When A Rod heard this he said there was no such thing as a butt baby and that Corky would be a terrible parent as he can barely take care of himself. At this Corky grunted and made a dookie in his diaper. He then popped A Rod in the face, then ass raped him while strangling him with his filthy diaper. As he buttslammed A Rod he said he was going to put a butt baby in A Rod and that A Rod better not try and abort it. He then grunted and fired a massive load of jizz in A Rod’s ass. He then tried to leap frog over A Rod so he could fart in his face, but stumbled and landed on A Rod’s head. He then ripped a nasty fart as a Rod moaned, then waddled off to find Mr. Belding.
Compost, your post reminds me of another recent incident involving Corky and A-Rod. Corky is getting older and he really wants to have a butt-baby with A-Rod to help carry on his legacy after he dies. Corky has impregnated many hookers over the years, but he wants one with a former pro baseball player.
Corky is concerned that A-Rod’s anus is barren, possibly as a result of A-Rod’s notorious steroid abuse during his baseball career. So Corky told A-Rod that he wanted A-Rod to see someone who specializes in anal fertility. Corky said that he set up a meeting at Taco Bell for A-Rod to meet the specialist. A-Rod pointed out that women give birth to babies, not men, and that there is no such thing as a “butt baby.” A-Rod also pointed out that fertility experts meet patients at medical offices, not Taco Bell restaurants! Corky got mad and slapped A-Rod in the face and told him to shut his mouth or Corky would have to kick his ass again! A-Rod whimpered and begged for mercy as he agreed to go with Corky to meet the specialist. Corky said that was great and told A-Rod to bring his checkbook as the expert was not cheap.
So A-Rod and Corky drove over to Taco Bell and walked in. A-Rod was surprised to see Mr. Belding there, but figured that Mr. Belding probably eats 25 tacos a day to maintain his 500lb weight. When A-Rod pointed out that Nr. Belding was there, Corky called A-Rod an idiot and said that of course Mr. Belding was there because he’s the expert! Corky also pointed out that Mr. Belding had impregnated Screech with multiple butt babies. Mr. Belding told A-Rod that A-Rod’s anus needed to be loosened up and said that he used a chair leg to help do this and also gave Screech rough anal several times a day. Mr. Belding said that he Screech gave birth to two butt babies that Mr. Belding had fathered - Zoinks and Zubaz. Mr. Belding also said that he had anally impregnated Screech another time but had accidentally poked the anal fetus’s eye out while giving Screech rough anal sex, eventually resulting in an anal miscarriage. A-Rod said that this was ridiculous and it sounded like Screech probably had diarrhea, not an anal miscarriage, and that there was no way Screech could have possibly given birth out of his butthole! Mr. Belding responded by unleashing a 12-second belch in A-Rod’s face before lifting his leg and farting for 15 seconds! Mr. Belding turned to Corky and said that A-Rod should do what he says and then told A-Rod that he owed his $10,000 for this consultation. A-Rod said that he wasn’t paying for this stupid conversation and stood up to leave when Corky suddenly punched his in the ribs and then threw him into the soda machine! Corky then pulled down A-Rod’s pants and started ass-raping him in the middle of Taco Bell while Mr. Belding gulped down a large cup of Mountain Dew: Baja Blast before standing up, addling over to A-Rod, and belching loudly in A-Rod’s face while Corky went to town on A-Rod’s butthole! Corky fired his seed up A-Rod’s anus a minute later and told A-Rod that he’d better give him a butt baby! The next day, A-Rod limped to the den where Corky and Mr. Belding were watching cartoons and eating pizza and handed Mr. Belding a check for $10,000!!!
Today A Rod came into the living room all sad and said he was bummed out he only got 34.8 percent of the Hall of Fame votes which isn’t even half of the 75% needed. Corky told A Rod to pipe down as they were watching Scooby Doo. When A Rod began crying Corky said he should have thought of this before being a massive cheater who may now have a barren anus that won’t produce butt babies. At this Mr. Belding lifted his leg and ripped a 12 second wet fart to support Corky. A Rod said no one appreciated his baseball accomplishments, not even his lover. Corky laughed at this and said baseball was dumb and A Rod was even dumber to cheat at playing a dumb game. Corky said he might be impressed if A Rod was in the Pepperoni Fart Hall of Fame, or had a Principal of the Year award like his best friend, but said until A Rod had one of those he didn’t want to hear any whining about some stupid baseball thing. A Rod continued crying which really annoyed Corky who then clotheslined A Rod, then gave him a nice ass raping while Mr. Belding ate two cans of Pringle’s while chugging Mountain Dew and belching over and over. Corky said A Rod better stop talking about baseball and get back to working on giving him a butt baby! He then jizzed in A Rod’s anus before going dookie in his diaper.
Damn this is getting spicy. Just imagine a butt baby with Corky genetics running loose? I hope it has an enormous head and rips A-Reid’s anus when he delivers it. I love that Corky won’t be sending it to school, and instead will teach it to eat trash and watch “The Munsters”. That bodes well for the kid.
Pube, Corky also likes watching Sesame Street. His favorite character is Oscar the Grouch. Corky thinks Oscar is a great role model because he lives in a trash can and eats garbage! Corky will undoubtedly use Oscar the Grouch’s antics to teach a son important life lessons.
Speaking of Sesame Street, I think it would be cool if A-Rod guest-hosted an episode to try to rehabilitate his image. Corky and Mr. Belding, of course, would trick A-Rod into appearing while working behind the scenes to ensure that A-Rod gets violated. Big Bird would trip A-Rod and then sodomize him with his huge beak! Snuffleupagus would lumber by and A-Rod would initially be relieved because he believes Snuffleupagus will rescue him only to be disappointed when Snuffleupagus takes an enormous dump on his head! The Count would stand off to the side counting every fart in A-Rod’s face while pleasuring himself! Oscar the Grouch would pelt A-Rod with trash while laughing at A-Rod’s intense pain. Ernie would remove Bert’s nose and lodge it up A-Rod’s anus! Cookie Monster would shove handfuls of cookies into his mouth, getting crumbs all all over A-Rod while he’s being anally violated and would crack A-Rod in the head with a cookie jar after eating all of the cookies. Finally, the Mr. Hooper character would emerge from his shop to grab A-Rod and bring him into the safety of his shop, only to trick A-Rod into drinking wine, eating pills, and playing “Neptune: King of the Sea” with him. As A-Rod is led to the shower in the back room of his shop, at he camera zooms in and it is revealed that it isn’t really Mr. Hooper, as that character died 40+ years earlier, but is instead a horny Mr. Horton!
Yesterday Corky was playing with GI Joe and Star Wars action figures while watching an episode of Diff’rent Strokes with Mr. Belding while Mr. B shoved large slices of pepperoni pizza into his mouth and periodically ripped window-rattling farts. Corky then told Mr. Belding that someone should make action figures based of them and A-Rod as well as many other characters like Screech and the lovable Mr. Horton. Corky was so excited that he immediately filled his diaper with dookie! Corky ran to A-Rod and A-Rod asked why Corky smelled like anus before realizing that he needed to change Corky’s diaper. After removing the dirty diaper, putting talcum powder on Corky’s anus, and then putting a new pair of Huggies on Corky, A-Rod said that he was horny for Corky. Corky got mad and punched A-Rod in the balls and told him he had a great money-making idea for A-Rod to invest in. Corky explained that there needed to be action figures based on he, Mr. Belding, and A-Rod. A-Rod said that was a great idea and it might help revitalize his image. Corky said he wasn’t done talking and that if A-Rod interrupted again, he would receive a beating! Corky also said that there would be also be action figures for Screech, Mr. Horton, Dudley, Slater, and Zack’s dad. Corky explained that the characters for he, Belding, Zack’s dad, Mr. Horton, and Slater would have a piece over their crotch which folds down, allowing their massive dongs to flop out! Corky also said that the action figures for A-Rod, Screech, and Dudley would have a piece over their asses which folds down, revealing a hole representing their butthole. Corky explained that the characters with the dongs could be positioned to have anal with the action figures with the foldable ass portions. Corky also said that there would be playsets for Mr. Belding’s SBTB trailer, a highway rest stop men’s room, and Mr. Horton’s shower where “Neptune: King of the Sea” would be played.
A-Rod said that this idea was awful and that Corky seemed to drop IQ points every day. A-Rod said that nobody was going to buy a sick action figure set of characters who have gay sex with each other. A-Rod also said that maybe Corky should be locked in a cage for the good of society. Corky got mad at A-Rod’s rude comments and slugged him in the guy before kicking him up the ass! Corky then ass-raped A-Rod while Mr. Belding sprayed diarrhea into A-Rod’s MVP awards display case!
Gary, that is an amazing field report! I for one would buy each of those action figures and play with them endlessly. I’m certain with the change in culture many liberal families would also buy them for their kids, and they likely would be centerpieces of inclusion and tolerance in many liberal schools across the country. Thats before the sales that can be counted on by all the homosexual deviants that exist in this great land! Corky has another massive money making idea, and as usual A Rod is going to ruin it! I loved Mr. Belding realizing this and spraying A Rod’s stupid awards with a nice coating of diarrhea. I hope A Rod changes his mind and helps get this project going! Kids today need something like this to stimulate their minds. All they do is fiddle with their phones and watch dumb videos that don’t include legends like Mr. Horton, Mr Belding, or Corky!
Gentleman, I appreciate your admiration of the wonderful Mr. Horton. I was mesmerized by him the moment I saw him play the loving bicycle repair man on Diff’rent Strokes. It’s little known but NBC had major plans for the Mr. Horton character. That year they put out a few hundred Mr. Horton action figures along with thousands of the regular cast. Even rarer were mock ups of Mr. Horton’s bicycle shop, which included his apartment. Unfortunately the Mr. Horton character was met with hostility, and the toys, and already prepared spinoff TV Show were abandoned. Luckily my parents purchased the entire Diff’rent strokes collection for Christmas that year. Having never watched the show they also bought the Mr. Horton action figure and repair shop. I played with them constantly, enjoying luring Dudley and Arnold in to watch cartoons and play Neptune-King of the Sea! My parents eventually caught me playing with my Mr. Horton doll and took him away. I believe they threw him in the trash, and my father has a long talk with me trying to explain that Mr. Horton was a bad guy. I tried to explain that Mr. Horton was just misunderstood and he’d been railroaded by Mr. Drummond, but my father told me I was an idiot and could never watch the show again. It was extremely traumatic and the idea that Corky could bring back my beloved Mr. Horton action figure would be amazing!
Mr. Horton Fanatic, when I was a child, I had a Fisher-Price “Little People” play set for the Diff’rent Strokes show. Is that the set you are referring to? If not, it sounds similar to the one I had. I had a toy set which was supposed to be Mr. Drummond’s penthouse apartment. I had a Mr. Horton’s Bicycle Shop set which included an apartment in the back where he was supposed to live. There was also that shower in which a couple Little People would fit so that they could play, “Neptune: King of the Sea.” I loved playing with that set with I was like 5 or 6 years old because I also had some of the Sesame Street and McDonald’s Little People toys which fit into the same play sets. There was a really cool tandem bike toy which came with the Mr. Horton’s bike shop play set and you could position the Mr. Horton Little People toy on the back seat and then the Dudley Little People toy would go on the front seat. I always thought it was odd that the front seat was movable so that it was practically touching the back seat.
Diesel, I remember those toys! They were not the same as the Diff’rent Strokes toys I had. The ones I got were bigger action figures and had pull strings on the back that when pulled made the action figure talk. Arnold of course said “Watch you talkin bout Willis” along with some other stuff about the Gooch. Mr. Drummond’s was stupid and just said stuff like “fetch my slippers” and “the market is up today, hot diggity”. His true intentions shined through with “I’m going to frame lovable Mr. Horton”. Kimberly said “I hope I don’t get kidnapped again” along with some other dumb stuff and Willis said “Look out for King Willis”. My favorite of course was Mr. Horton who had a bunch of gems. The best of course being “Let’s play Neptune King of the Sea” or “Who wants ice cream and pills”. What a glorious set of action figures they were.
How’s it going, everybody? I was adopted by Mr. Drummond when he married my mom in the mid-1980s. I roomed with Arnold, but Arnold hated me because I’m white and stole my bike. When I went looking for it, I walked into a bike rental shop and met Mr. Horton. He was really a great guy who was just misunderstood. He gave all of the kids in the neighborhood ice cream, cake, candy, wine, and handfuls of pills. He was also the only adult I knew who would let use look at nudie magazines and kinky cartoons - it was always fun. The only thing he asked in return was that we play “Neptune: King of the Sea” with him in his shower. Unfortunately, the fun came to an end when Arnold ratted him out! Arnold was jealous that Mr. Horton was more attracted to Dudley than Arnold. Arnold was so sick of being picked last for everything because he was the runt of the litter, so he decided to get even by tattling on the lovable Mr. Horton. Dudley’s dad used to beat him and would put out his cigarettes on Dudley’s back and ass, so Dudley was terrified of his dad. When the police showed up at Mr. Horton’s, Dudley panicked that he dad would beat him and think he was gay, so he threw Mr. Horton under the bus and pretended that Mr. Horton was trying to do things against his will. I’m glad that there were pull-string toys of Mr. Horton saying his catchphrases and a play set of his bike shop - it is a shame that the toy company pulled that line of toys during a backwards time when homosexuality was viewed as a bad thing.
Sam! You were the worst character on my favorite show. How they could bring you on, along with your hillbilly mother, while refusing to update us on the status of lovable Mr. Horton, was a crime! I laughed and laughed when you got kidnapped like an idiot and hoped you’d just live with that family and never be seen again. I wanted Mr. Horton to take your place. It would have been fun to see them replace you with Mr. Horton and have him live in the Drummond house while everyone pretended you never existed. Mr. Horton would have ridden bicycles all over the place and had tons of friends to play “Neptune king of the sea” with!
I also would have accepted if Mr. Drummond just went to the streets and found Corky wandering around. He could have brought Corky home and said he was the new and improved Sam 2.0. Everyone would have loved Corky way more and Sam would have been instantly forgotten. Mr. D could have called the police and told them to stop looking for Sam as he’d found a better kid. While he was doing this Corky would be going dookie in a potted plant and everyone would cheer!
Mr. Horton Fanatic, Mr. Drummond actually has a real-life twin brother. I think it would have been a good storyline if Mr. Horton had become the housekeeper of the Drummond penthouse and Corky had been adopted to replace Sam and spice things up during the last two seasons of the show. I envision Mr. Drummond and his two brother pulling a train on Arnold while Willis stand in the corner of the room leering and rubbing one out. Corky suddenly enters the room naked from the pants down and is holding a diaper which he used to strangle Willis while butt-slamming him. While this is going on, Kimberly and Mr. Horton sit on the floor where she is fingering herself and jerking of Mr. Horton! The Gooch enters the room and presses his ass against Arnold’s face and rips a heinous fart before Dudley starts eating out his anus! There were some great potential storylines while could have been used to rejuvenate the show!
Diesel, that sounds amazing. Most people don’t realize that SBTB was a ground breaking show. Not because it showed a bunch of High School kids, but because it was the first show to partner with a pay sex channel, for which it produced two episodes at once. One made for NBC Saturday TV, and the other designed for the Spice Channel. As the show went on NBC got fed up that their episodes had lower rating then the Spice Channel and began throwing on many episodes that showed tons of hot man action! It was fantastic TV and I wish it had been around sooner so shows like Diff’rent Strokes had erotic episodes like SBTB. Corky would have loved being on Diff’rent Strokes as Arnold constantly had a bunch of ‘tard friends running loose in the house.
Hello all. I was wondering if anyone had noticed the story about WWE chairman Vince McMahon? It’s been alleged that during some double team action Vince decided to drop a deuce on the woman’s head. When I heard this I thought about the hundreds or thousands of times Mr. Belding did this to Screech while double teaming Screech with people like Zack’s Dad, AC Slater, the bum from the mall, Kevin the Robot, etc. Although I find Vince having hetero sex repulsive, I am wondering if he picked up that specific move from Mr. Belding? He likely was unaware that taking a nasty shit on your lovers head is perfectly acceptable in the queer community, but is generally frowned on in the hetero world.
Grand Poobah, if that story is true, then Vince McMahon is possibly even more freaky in some ways than the SBTB gang who sodomized Screech daily. According to the Vince McMahon allegation, he took a dump on a woman’s head during an orgy and then continued having sex with her while doodoo dripped down her hair from the top of her head. Even the SBTB gang didn’t roll like that - they would typically only spray diarrhea on Screech after having sex with him, or would at least piss all over him to get the doodoo off before butt-slamming Screech!
Gay for Screech, you are 100 percent correct. Proper etiquette called for one to rip farts in Screech’s face while Screech was buttslammed by someone else. Only when Screech was laying in a heap was it ok to take dumps in his jewfro. No one wanted to get their own, or someone else’s dookie all over them while they had Screech service their p and a needs! I recall one time Zack’s Dad was buttslamming Screech and Mr. Belding ripped a few farts in Screech’s face, before using Screech’s hook nose to get some kernels of corn out of his filthy ass crack! Vince McMahon could learn a few things from Mr. Belding!
Today Corky and Mr. Belding were talking after having a breakfast of enormous bowls of fruity pebbles. Mr. Belding mentioned that he had read a hot article about Vince McMahon dropping a massive chud on a woman’s head during some rowdy double team action. Corky got all excited about this news and said he bet the rowdy WWF locker rooms of the 1980’s probably had dudes doing that constantly. He said he heard his idol Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant had done this move to Nikolai Volkoff in the locker room during Wrestlemania III. Corky then said he and Mr. B should take a double dump on A Rod’s head in honor of the Hulkster. Mr. B agreed and they went up to A Rod’s bedroom and found him sleeping. Corky quickly dropped his diaper and hung his bubble butt over A Rod’s head. He then grunted and released a nasty dump on A Rod’s head. A Rod woke up and began gagging from the smell. As he began to yell “what the hell is going on” Mr. Belding dropped a massive 4 foot long dookie that landed on A Rod’s head, with some of it landing in A Rod’s open mouth. A Rod began puking as Corky and Mr. Belding high fived. Corky then yelled “Hulkamania” over and over while A Rod ran to the bathroom covered in feces and puked in the toilet. While he did this Corky and Mr. Belding headed back downstairs to watch some old WWF matches!
Inside Man, Corky and Ne. B sure are pranksters! A-Rod sure is lucky to have them spice up his otherwise boring life. I wonder what hijinks they have planned today to commemorate Screech’s death anniversary??
A-Rod got up early today to work out. While he was working out, Mr. Belding devoured three huge jars of honey roasted peanuts while watching Sesame Street with Corky. After finishing his workout, A-Rod showered and then got back into bed to take a refreshing nap. While he was in bed, Mr. Belding and Corky snuck into A-Rod’s room while A-Rod was sleeping. Corky quietly opened A-Rod’s sock drawer in his dresser, removed his diaper, and then grunted while taking a massive dump into the sock drawer! Mr. Belding pulled down his sweatpants and Hershey-stained underwear before unleashing an enormous diarrhea spray into A-Rod’s face! There were bits of undigested peanuts in the diarrhea which pelted A-Rod in the face! A-Rod woke up and was startled and angry. He asked what the hell they were doing and Corky reminded A-Rod that it was the 3rd anniversary of Screech’s death and that he wanted to do something nice in Screech’s memory. Mr. Belding agreed and then unleashed a 12-second belch. A-Rod asked how going diarrhea on him was a celebration of Screech. He also asked why the hell Corky took a dump in his sock drawer. A-Rod further noted that Mr. Belding’s enormous diarrhea spray was so powerful that it almost took out his eye with sharp chunks of undigested peanuts! A-Rod also noted that he only met Screech one time, when Corky hired him as a waiter and tried to trick A-Rod into eating out Corky’s ass as a meal. Corky got mad and A-Rod for ruining the celebration and punched A-Rod in the balls! Corky then straddled over A-Rod’s face until A-Rod’s nose was in Corky’s ass-crack and then farted! Corky then ass-raped A-Rod while Mr. Belding ate a huge can of pie filling in Screech’s memory!
Gary, that was a really nice tribute to Screech. I’m so glad Mr. Belding has his bff Corky to help him celebrate the anniversaries of Screech’s passing. Why is it that A Rod tries to ruin this every year? It’s so easy to remember it happens each February 1st and that Mr. B tends to get bummed out? Instead of making sure to help Corky plan a special event he worked out and took a nap. Thankfully Corky didn’t forget and cheered up his best buddy by taking a massive dump in A Rod’s sock drawer and encouraging him to give A Rod a well deserved diarrhea spray. I can’t believe it’s already been three years!
13 years ago today I was driving my Kenworth outside Birmingham, Alabama. I pulled off the interstate in the middle of the night and headed to take a massive piss and dump. When I got in the bathroom I noticed a weird guy in multicolored pants standing there. He had a massive Jew fro and hook nose, and after a few seconds I recognized him as Screech from SBTB. He invited me in and asked if I needed a urinal or a stall? I belched loudly and told him I had to drop a deuce. He got excited and opened a stall door for me and assured me it was the best stall in the facility. I went in and immediately began pissing and spraying diarrhea. Screech began clapping, and told me I was really teaching him a few things. I felt this was weird and began spraying more diarrhea followed with about a dozen rapid fired farts. A second later the door opened and Screech entered. I told him to get away from me, but the next thing I knew he had me off the toilet and was tounging my anus. He also began giving me a reach around. I’m no sissy pants, it I have to say this guy was a pro and I quickly jizzed all over the place before ripping a nice fart right in Screech’s mouth. He fell over and flopped around like a fish out of water as he moaned and jizzed his pants. I left the stall and noticed a little tip hat, along with mints and some little bottles of cologne. I tipped $2 and grabbed some mints, before heading back to my truck to get back on the road. I never saw Screech again, but wish I had. I’ve run into countless truckers with similar experiences. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he died from lung cancer. He must have huffed over a million farts in his lifetime. That just can’t be healthy. I hope a new Screech takes over where Screech left off.
I was in jail with that jackass Screech. He through he was a big time celebrity, and would get respect for stabbing someone. We quickly found out we thought he was an ass clown and made him work the inmate bathrooms. There he manned the stalls, fetching toilet paper and making sure everything was kept clean. He also made sure every inmates butthole was nice and clean. I personally enjoyed using his Brillo like jewfro to clean my ass, but many others insisted his tongue was far better. At first we thought ripping farts in his face would humiliate and further degrade him. But we found he gained sexual pleasure of this, and instead we kicked him in the nuts or tried to tear off one of his ears. We really missed him when he was released. He was a good bathroom attendant.
Big Dan, I’ve heard many similar stories from longhaul truckers over the years. I’m not gay, either, although I have to admit that the thought of humiliating Screech from Saved By The Bell is arousing. I always hated Screech on that show, but I do think it would have been cool to wipe my ass with his Jew-fro or rip wet farts in his face while he tongued my anus and gave me a reach-around. I assume that Mr. Belding must have taught him to do these nasty things, but who can say for sure? I would have tipped him a shiny nickel for his services, which I’m sure he would have enjoyed.
I want to mix some of Screech’s ashes in my morning coffee and drink him. Then I will eat a large Pizza Hut pepperoni pizza. This will produce rank farts that will disperse Screech in a suitable manner. It will stink and annoy everyone, just like Screech did in real life! I think Screech would want it this way. I will do this on special occasions over the next few years, saving the last spoonful. I will bury that spoon full and make a proper grave for Screech outside a high volume rest stop. I will provide a proper marker so all of Screech’s deranged fans can fart on him. I’m hoping someone can hook me up with his ashes so he may be farted out my ass, 5en given a proper burial.
Sphinx, your plan is pretty extreme, even among the most degenerate members of the gay community. Your plan appears to have merit, but I have to say that the best tribute would probably come from Mr. Belding, his longtime gay lover, partaking in your plan. Shouldn’t he be the one to ingest Screech’s remains and the fart them for Screech’s most deranged fans to enjoy? I seem to recall him doing some similar when he ate Hound Dog for Thanksgiving and then ripped a nasty fart in Screech’s face when Screech had complained about Mr. Belding devouring his beloved pet dog.
Dong Fondler, I can’t help but feel Screech’s ashes aren’t being appreciated. From my understanding his father has some, which I respect, and should stay that way. But the remainder went to some pig who was “dating” Screech for like 10 minutes. You just know she has them in a closet, and put them there the second she found a new dude. I feel we need to get them from her and give Screech a proper farewell. I would love it if Mr. Belding was the one to disperse them with his ridiculously loud farts, and also agree he has priority as one of Screech’s long time lovers. But he hasn’t yet shown any interest, and didn’t when Screech passed. If he won’t give Screech a proper send off and bury some of his ashes near a rest stop then I am happy to lead the charge!
I miss going to highway rest stops to get my sexual desires fulfilled by Screech. I remember traveling through Oklahoma City back in 2008 woth my college roommate when we stopped to go to the bathroom at a highway rest stop on our way to Las Vegas. We walked into the men’s room and we shocked to see Screech standing there with a small basket of paper towels, breath mints, and tiny cologne bottles. We couldn’t believe it! Screech was wearing fruity Zubaz pants and a white tuxedo shirt - it was really strange. Screech asked whether I needed to go #1 or #2 and I said I had to go #2. Screech then directed me to a row of stalls and opened the door to a large handicapped stall. I thought that Screech was just going to open the door for me, but instead he laid down on the floor, opened his mouth, and told me to take a dump in it! I was like “WTF??” I’m not gay or anything like that, but i always hated his character on SBTB and thought that I should take advantage of this opportunity to take a dump on Screech. So I pulled down my shorts and sweaty underwear, squatted over Screech’s face, and then took a huge dump and also ripped a couple nasty farts. Screech uttered “Zoinks!” and I could tell he was in absolute ecstasy! A he chewed and savored the flavor of my dookie, I positioned his nose in the crack of my ass and ripped an enormous fart! I then used his Jew-fro to wipe my ass clean. I have to admit the feeing of his Jew-fro rubbing against my taint was quite enjoyable. My buddy then knocked on the stall door and asked what the hell was going on. I opened the door to let him in and then we doubled up on Screech, giving him a nice spit roast. My buddy and I jizzed all over Screech’s Jew-fro and then threw a couple quarters into his tip jar, grabbed a few breath mints, and resumed our trip to Vegas. It was a great vacation and when we got back to college, we never did tell our girlfriends what happened because we thought they might think we had turned gay or something!
Ass Breath, that is one hot story! It’s amazing how many hetero dudes went totally gay for Screech, then immediately went back to being straight as an arrow. Screech had many more deranged queer clients, but shockingly a decent percentage were straight men who just enjoyed farting on Screech, and using his jewfro to wipe their asses. Screech was also known to be extremely sly and before one would know it their pants would be down and Screech would be hook nose deep in their ass! Screech may have been a gargoyle, but he sure knew how to tongue an ass and give a reach around!
Hi guys. It’s Angie, the owner and proprietor of Americas Best Travel Inn Reno. I wanted to let everyone know we have just completed some major renovations. We’ve installed a dozen new peep holes, so weirdos can lurk around and peer at unsuspecting customers. We’ve also freed up a number of prime parking spots by towing away any non running vehicles that had been there for a year or longer. A few pimps were pissed at that but I told them to kiss my hot anus. We have also bought a few space heaters for rooms that don’t have heat. I have acquired some luxury linens that the Motel 6 tossed in their dumpster. I encourage everyone to give us a try. All these new amenities, along with us sharing a parking lot with Denny’s, makes us the obvious choice when in Reno! I recently got a call from someone claiming to be A Rod. He wanted to book the entire month of March. But when I asked for a deposit etc, I just heard a ridiculously loud fart and the phone went silent. I’m not sure if it was a prank, or if Mr. Belding and Corky farted and destroyed A Rod’s cell phone.
Angie, thank you for the info. I am glad that you are finally doing something about the crackheads and pimps in the parking lot. I don’t mind sleeping in a room which has bedbugs or stained sheets if I can save a few bucks provided the area right outside my room isn’t a crime-ridden cesspool. Also, I don’t have any issues with weirdos peeping into my room while I’m on the toilet taking a dump or even while I’m sitting on my bed watching tv if it means I can get a room for $20 less than what a high-end motel, such as Super 8 or EconoLodge, would undoubtedly charge. It was also smart of you to fish perfectly usable discarded linens from the dumpster you share with Motel 6. So what if towels or wash clothes have semen or blood stains? If you wash them, they are clean, so it makes sense to continue using them until they have big holes or completely disintegrate.
Corky, you are a big fat retarded degenerate fuckhole who deserves to be rick-rolled in copious amounts of cow-dung & pig-semen for the way you've treated a-rod over the years - there, I said it, and somebody had to have the courage to.. 😜
Anon, you’re way off base. Corky is a stud who is demand in the gay community. A Rod is a former athlete best known for steroid use. A Rod is abusive and horrible to lovable Corky and his best friend Mr. Belding. He rarely supports any of Corky’s amazing money making ideas, and always whines and complains when Corky goes dookie where he shouldn’t. A Rod merely wants Corky for his magnificent bubble butt and his monster dong. Corky on the other hand is happy to live in A Rod’s mansion with his best friend and scarf down loads of junk food. A Rod is totally taking advantage of Corky’s good nature!
Fart Fanatic, you astutely raised a good point - there were quite a few straight men who either had or wanted to do nasty things to Screech. Count me among them - I am 100% heterosexual and the mere thought of two dudes even just holding hands to kissing makes me want to vomit. However, I remember reading stories of Screech and the crazy things that went on with him at rest stops, gas station bathrooms, and in alleys behind dumpsters and wanted to partake in the festivities myself. I always thought that his character was really annoying and a complete idiot - I never understood why Zack and Slater, or even Mr. Belding, were friends with such a complete loser. That being said, I often fantasized about eating a Taco Bell or pizza and then ripping nasty wet farts in Screech’s face to humiliate him! I also wanted to take a dump on his head and use his Jew-fro as toilet paper while he gave me a reach-around. I never met Screech, but if I had and this stuff had happened, I don’t think it would count as being gay if I only did it once or even a few times. I feel that as long as nobody else knew about it, it was like it never really happened except in my mind, where memories of this incident would go immediately into my brain’s “spank bank.”
Hetero Dude, it’s sad you never had the opportunity to meet up with Screech. I knew a lot of hetero guys who would visit Screech daily whenever he was in their town. They would carry on with the rest of the crowd and would wind up taking dumps, or peeing in Screech’s Jew fro, then would rip ass in his face as he tounged their anus. Screech would give them a marvelous reach around and they would jizz wildly. They would then head home to their families or girlfriends, thus maintaining their strict hetero status. Some hetero men even buttslammed Screech and jizzed in his matted Jew fro. I saw no issue with this. They made sure to never “cross swords” with the raging queers, thus ensuring their hetero street cred was intact.
Guys, I have a hit story to share. I was in London a few weeks back and was staying st a very classy hotel. I primarily ate at Pizza Hut (there are 63 of them in London which is nice) which helped me work up some noxious farts for the dumpster parties I attended. At one party a guy I was buttslamming asked if I’d tipped the doorman for a special “wake up call”. I said I hadn’t heard of that and he told me to just tip the doorman and tell him what time you wanted your wake up call and he’d take it from there. That night when I got back to my hotel I did so and the doorman tipped his hat towards me and said he’d take care of everything. I thought this was odd and assumed he would just pass on my request and I’d get a wake up call like normal. I hit the sack and dreamt of dumpster parties and fancy bathrooms. All of a sudden I was awoken by an ass pressed to my face, and then a giant fart being ripped. The sound was astounding, as was the smell that hit me like a brick to the face. I then saw it was the doorman in his outfit. His pants around his ankles. He ripped a few smaller farts then went on his way. What a way to wake up!!! Instead of some stupid alarm I have to say a nice fart, that smelled like fish and chips, along with some garbage notes, was the best! I did this each night for the rest of my trip. Now, I believe my Rolex was pilfered by the doorman one morning, but I still consider this fine service very worthwhile. Some nights I even struggled to get to sleep from the excitement of knowing I’d be awaken to the doorman ripping farts to awaken me! Has anyone experienced this in the US? I travel frequently and haven’t heard of this service before. I’m wondering if it may be a British thing? But if it’s at the high end US hotels I’ve really been missing out.
Barf, that’s an interesting story. Is this just a British thing to have a doorman fart in your face as a wake up call? How old was the doorman? Was he an elderly man? If so, that’s kind of nasty. Or is he a younger beefcake-type guy? It is unsettling that your Rolex was taken - even having some hot farts ripped in my face would not be worth losing a $10k watch, at least in my view.
Diesel, the doorman who worked overnight was a younger guy in his late 20’s. He seemed to be in good shape, and quickly knew what I meant when I tipped him and asked him to ensure I had a 7:30am wake up call. He was extremely prompt the next morning and woke me right at 7:30am. I did wonder what would happen if multiple guests requested the same wake up time. Would he enlist another staff member, or just try to hurry from one room to the next? Maybe he would have told me that time slot was already taken. It was very interesting. I was pretty bummed when I noticed my watch was missing from the nightstand, but assume he may have thought my leaving it there was meant as a tip. I was a bit embarrassed as this occurred on my last night and he wasn’t there when I went down to checkout. I didn’t think I could tell the front desk I believed my watch had been stolen during my morning wake up call by the doorman who for 4 nights had been waking me up with nasty farts. I spoke to my insurance agent (I didn’t mention the farts) who said since I hadn’t gotten a police report my insurance company wouldn’t cover the claim. Next time I enlist a doorman to provide a deranged wake up service I’ll be sure to lock any valuables in the hotel safe.
I have a very stinky butthole for some reason. I think it must be from all of the fast food I’ve been eating lately, including hamburgers, hot dogs, tacos, and pizza. I wish that Screech was here so that I could rip wet farts in his face and coat has goatee and mouth with a thin film of smelly dookie juice. I would also have Screech lick my butthole clean like the way a cat cleans itself. Is A-Rod experienced in this skill? If not, Corky needs to train A-Rod and get it on film for A-Rod’s large queer fanbase.
Candy Ass, it was shocking how proficient Screech was at licking buttholes. He should have teamed up with a proctologist. He was able to tame even the stinkiest of buttholes. One time I had eaten at Taco Bell for 30 days straight. Every single meal was a Taco Bell delicacy. Needless to say my butthole reeked, and a shower did next to nothing. I ran into Screech at a highway rest stop and explained my issue. He ripped down my pants and boxers with excitement, and was hook nose deep in my ass moments later. He worked his tongue into my butthole like a pro and really gave my ass a good detailing. When he was done I lifted one leg and cranked out a really nice fart for him. He fell to the floor and wiggled around, jizzing his pants. I noticed my butthole was now totally clean and dry and tipped him $.50 for the wonderful service.
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Screech has a weird look on his face, kind of like if someone is jamming something up his ass!
Mr. Belding looks pretty happy here. I’m guessing he was either drunk when the photo was taken or Screech had just serviced his penis and ass needs in the men’s room a few minutes prior.
I wonder how many young men instantly turned gay when they saw Screech parading around in a wimpy swimsuit in the “Miss Bayside” episode? Mr. Belding was lucky he got to play a major role in that episode by singing the “Miss Bayside” song to Screech after Screech was announced as the winner. I bet that Mr. Belding gave Screech a good butt-slamming in his trailer after filming that scene!
Damn, even in this sweet pic you can see Mr. Belding was ready to pound Screech’s anus! A close look shows Screech is attempting to hold the Big Boppers hand. Look closely and you will see the shine of one of Screech’s fingernails in the Big Boppers hand. Next look at Mr. B’s giant meat hook on Screech’s shoulder. He is obviously using a claw technique to dig his fingers into Screech. I’d say Screech’s fruity hat likely enraged the Big Bopper and Mr. Belding was mere seconds from ripping off Screech’s clothing and giving him a brutal ass pounding followed by a lovely tea bagging!
Look how Mr. Belding just rocks that receding hairline! The front of his head is near bald, but the back looks like Don Johnson! I’m unaware of Screech wearing many hats and am guessing that he was embarrassed that Mr. B had ripped out massive chunks of his mighty Jew fro during one of their hot sexual trysts!
Mick, you raised a good point - what is the deal with Mr. Belding’s hair in that photo?? The front of the top of his head appears to be almost bald, but the back part has a ton of thick hair! Is he wearing a toupee, or does he just have a really weird hairline?? That photo looks like it could have been taken during the late 90s when Screech sported a notoriously huge and poofy Jew-fro. Screech probably wore that stupid hate to either hide his absurd Jew-fro or to hide the large bake patches where chunks of his Jew-fro had been torn out.
I worked at a Fantastic Sam’s in the San Fernando Valley during the late 1990s. Those of you familiar with Fantastic Sam’s know that the stylists use fake names. I won’t give my real name, but I can tell you that my fake stylist name at the Fantastic Sam’s was “Sparkle.” Screech came into our place back in summer of 1997 to get a haircut and fix his hairdo. His curly hair was pretty messed up at the time - there were large bald spots on his head. I asked what caused it and he said that his lover has ripped out huge chunks of it. I didn’t ask for more info as I was really grossed out. Screech also seemed to have several spots on his head where his hair was glued together, possibly with Elmer’s glue. I later found out that his gay lover would frequently blow gallons of semen on his head, causing that glue -like residue. Screech also had really bad breath which I discovered was the direct result of inhaling farts and eating feces. When I heard about his death from lung cancer a few years ago, I started wondering whether the feces gobbling and fart inhaling had caused irreparable harm to his lungs.
In any event, I trimmed his curly afro as best I could, but there wasn’t much I could do. Screech eventually grew his hair really long and let it get super greasy - apparently he did this because his long hair helped cover up some of his bald patches.
Screech only stopped by my Fantastic Sam’s on that one occasion. It was memorable not only because Screech was a minor celebrity at the time, but also because Mr. Belding came to pick him up at the end. Mr. Belding walked in with an empty bag of Taco Bell, which he discarded in a trash can. He promptly went into the bathroom, locked the door, and ripped a fart so loud that everyone could hear it! He came out 10 minutes later and when he opened the bathroom door, a heinous stench filled the entire room. We had to open the front door after he left and set up fans to air out the place!
Last night, Corky was watching tv when a news report came on about Jeffrey Epstein and his compromising videotapes of prominent people having sex with underage women. The news report also indicated that these videotapes were made to blackmail people into engaging in certain political activities. Corky asked A-Rod whether Screech was involved in this and whether videotapes were made of Screech having sex with prominent men to blackmail them because they would be embarrassed of anyone found out they had sex with Screech. A-Rod asked Corky what the hell he was talking about and said that the honeypot schemes appeared to involve hot-looking women, not losers like Screech. A-Rod also pointed out that Screech was never desirable or in demand that that anyone could have had sex with Screech by simply giving him a shiny quarter or possibly even bread crusts. Mr. Belding chimed in that videotapes of prominent people giving Screech rough anal and taking dumps in his Jew-fro would look bad and definitely could have been used to blackmail people. Mr. Belding also suggested that he had set up his own honeypot operation involving Screech and high-ranking NBC executives during the late 90s and that this was how he got Saved By The Bell: The New Class to stay on the air for 7 seasons even though that series was terrible. A-Rod replied that he didn’t believe it and that even gay NBC executives could do better than Screech. Corky got mad at A-Rod for being rude to his best buddy, so he punched A-Rod in the stomach and then ass-raped him while Mr. Belding ate a large pizza and took a smelly dump in his pants!
A Rod is a total moron. Back in the 90’s no NBC Executive was going to be openly gay. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to ever admit to having buttsex with Screech! Mr. Belding had pure gold with those videotapes that likely consisted of raging deviant queer executives who masqueraded as straight dudes. By threatening to out them and humiliate them by releasing the tapes of them with Screech Mr. Belding was one smart cookie! Today no one would bat an eye if and NBC executive teabagged, then buttslammed Screech in the lobby of 30 Rockefeller Plaza! In fact today he would be cheered on as a hero. 30 years ago when deranged queers were repressed that would have been frowned upon and likely would have seen the heroic queer arrested!
Back in the 90’s I was just a kid and my father would come home late at night, come in my bedroom, and regale me with tales of the bathroom scene at a local rest stop. He would tell me numerous times how Screech would come to town and how he and his buddies would buttslam him while taking dumps on his bird chest and Jew fro. One time my father even brought me a chunk of Jew fro he claimed to have ripped from Screech’s scalp. I begged him to take me along but he said I wasn’t old enough but someday would get to enjoy the rest stop scene when I had a family of my own. Now I do and that hook nosed goblin went and died. I’ve tried hitting up the rest stop scene, but buttslamming and pissing on an obese black guy dressed as Screech just isn’t the same thing as the real deal. To boot he was creamated, so his deranged fans can’t even honor his legacy by visiting his grave to piss and take dumps on it. I’m so angry!
Stinky, you obviously had a close relationship with your father. My dad would complain about his job at night, but your dad would tell tales of butt-slamming the young Screech! I bet you really looked up to your dad as he told you about going dookie on Screech’s Jew-fro while you watched episodes of Saved By The Bell together. Did your mom also enjoy hearing these stories, or was she a closed-minded woman from whom your father had to hide these experiences?
Butt Stench, this was the late 90’s when Screech was on the New Class. Many Saturdays my father and I would watch the New Class together and he would get up and mime taking a dump on Screech when Screech appeared on our TV. My mother just thought we were idiots and had no idea when my father said he had a late business meeting he was actually at the rest stop on turnpike having dumpster parties and occasionally hooking up with Screech. My mother did question him a few times when she’d fine his Mr. Belding outfits but my father just played it off as a costume for Halloween or something.
Sparkle, your story is insanely hot! This must have occurred when Screech and Belding were dating. I bet he came in to have his hair cut because he and Mr. Belding had a romantic dinner at Pizza Hut planned for that evening! Did you keep any souvenirs from his haircut? The dumpster scene would have gone wild for an item like that! Also, was that the highlight of your career, or did other minor celebrities covered in jizz visit your fine establishment?
I worked next to Sparkles at Fantastic Sam’s for about 15 years. I had the chair next to Sparkle’s. I distinctly remember the day when Screech stopped by during 1996 or 1997 because that show was still fairly popular. I remember when Mr. Belding walked into our Fantastic Sam’s on that day - they both went up to the counter and Screech added his name to the list. When Mr. Belding heard that there was a 45-minute wait, he decided to go to a Taco Bell down the street, but before he did, Screech sat down in a chair in the waiting area and then Mr. Belding turned his back to Screech like he was going to walk out, but instead ripped a loud fart in Screech’s face! It was so weird that I still remember it to this day, more than 25 years later. To make things even weirder, Screech actually thanked Mr. Belding for the fart!
Screech was missing chunks of his Jew-fro that day. I know that Sparkle did what she could to clean him up a bit. I remember seeing Screech years later on tv - I’m pretty sure he ended up having to get a hair transplant to fix his bald patches. I don’t know if it is true, but I heard rumors that his hair was so curly that he was able to transplant pubic and ass hair onto his head!
I can confirm the rumors that Screech was used to entrap NBC executives into renewing Saved By The Bell: The New Class so that it was able to last for seven seasons. As most of you might recall, that sequel series was terrible and should have been cancelled after one season. I was an assistant comptroller for NBC during the mid-90s, so I didn’t have much pull myself. However, my boss had a lot of power and was also a notorious pervert as well as a huge queer! My boss has told me he was going to cancel The New Class in 1995 and replace it with a Hulk Hogan cartoon, but suddenly reversed course and renewed it for several more seasons! I didn’t understand what happened until years later when I was at a Hollywood party and someone popped in a videotape of what I thought was an amateur porno. Imagine my surprise when I recognized my boss on the tape along with Screech and Mr. Belding! My boss was behind Screech really pounding away at Screech’s anus while Mr. Belding stood naked in front of Screech while Screech are out Mr. B’s ass and had his hook nose in Belding’s sweaty asscrack! Screech kept uttering “Zoinks!” while my boss really gave it to him and at one point Mr. Belding smiled and then ripped a ridiculously loud fart in Screech’s face which caused Screech to convulse in ecstasy as my boss pulled out and then blew his load in Screech’s Jew-fro! I’m not like gay or anything like that, but I must admit that it was an entertaining scene and I sometimes think about it while making love to my wife. In any event, I heard that Mr. Belding secretly filmed this encounter and used it as blackmail in exchange for getting The New Class renewed and he also used it to get a yogurt machine installed in his New Class trailer on the rowdy set.
Corky and A-Rod were in the den when an episode of He-Man ended. A-Rod used the remote control for the tv to flip through the channels and saw that a movie called, “The Horse Whisperer” was playing. A-Rod said they should watch it. Corky said that the movie looked stupid and boring. Corky also said that a good movie about A-Rod would be “The Dong Whisperer” because A-Rod is a fag! A-Rod’s eyes welled up with water like he as about to cry as h complained about Corky being so mean to him. Corky got mad at A-Rod for being so annoying, so he slapped him and ass-raped him to teach him a lesson while Mr. Belding took a dump on A-Rod’s MVP awards!
I worked on the catering crew for several NBC shows during the early 1990s, one of which was “Saved By The Bell.” Despite being a show aimed at kids, I have to say that the set was incredibly rowdy! Zack and Slater were always hooking up with girls in their trailers. Screech, on the other hand, tried to get girls but was rejected constantly, resulting in him having to hang out with Mr. Belding. Screech was probably a little sad at first that no girls liked him, but he and Mr. Belding grew to be good friends and later became lovers. I can’t tell you how many times I walked past Me. Belding’s trailer and heard a commotion - usually it was the sound of loud butt-slamming or someone yelling “Zoinks,” but I also frequently heard insanely loud farts coming from there! Some of the farts were so loud and powerful that the walls of his trailer would reverberate! One time I was delivering a tray of cookies and slices of pizza to his trailer - I knocked in the door and when he opened the door, I was nearly overcome by a heinous stench of anus and sweaty crotch!
Yesterday A Rod was watching ESPN in his den when he heard Corky upstairs calling to him. When he got to the bottom of the steps Corky told him to come upstairs as he had a surprise for him. A Rod immediately felt happy and loved, sure that his lover had some kind of sexual treat for him. As he walked up the stairs he saw Corky was waiting near the top, and Mr. Belding was also there. He began to get a bad feeling when 1/4 of the way up the stairs he heard Mr. Belding say “now”, then they both kicked at something. The next thing A Rod knew an enormous turd was rolling down the stairs, leaving brown sit stains on each step as it rolled. When it finally got to A Rod he jumped over it and it passed under him. Corky cheered as he and Mr. Belding began kicking more and more giant turds down the steps at him. The came down quickly and A Rod tried to jump over them but one finally caught him in between jumps and Corky and Mr. Belding booed and told him his game was over. A Rod yelled for them to stop kicking turds as there was now shit all over the steps. Corky, growing annoyed, told A Rod he had just been the first participant in their real life Donkey Kong game he and Mr. Belding had invented. A Rod finally got to the top of the steps where it smelled like shit and noticed about 30 more giant shit logs piled up in the hallway. Corky then said this game they invented was going to be a huge moneymaker as people would love their real life donkey Kong experience. A Rod then asked why they just didn’t use some kind of soft plastic barrels instead of shit logs? Corky told him to shut his yapper, as he and Mr. Belding had discussed that and decided peope would find it funnier to watch their friends jump over or be hit by turds. He said it would save money as instead of buying a bunch of barrels he and Mr. Belding could just eat tons of Taco Bell, and Pizza Hut, along with other junk and would produce the barrels for free. A Rod said this was their all time dumbest idea, and it was obvious this was just another plan designed so Mr. Belding could pretend him eating non stop garbage was his job. At this Corky got really angry and said it would be his job also. He then punched A Rod in the dick, causing him to fall over backwards and roll down the stairs. By the time he stopped falling A Rod was coated in dookie. Corky then yelled to him they had already rented an old Sears for their business and he’d forged A Rod’s name on the lease. He wiggled his fist and said A Rod would get some of that if he didn’t pay the bills. Corky and Mr. Belding then headed to the kitchen to get to work making shit barrels for their new business!
Mr. Belding and Corky sure seem to produce a ridiculous amount of dookie! I know that cow pies are used to produce compost or organic material which is good for lawn soil. I wonder whether Corky or Mr. Belding can sell their dookie as a lawn supplement? Then again, Corky and Mr. Belding primarily eat junk food and pizza, so maybe there aren’t enough nutrients in their feces?
Today Corky told A Rod he was furious A Rod hasn’t grown a hook nose, or had a butt baby! Corky said he’s getting old and wants to have a kid to hang out with so he an Mr. Belding can teach it how to fart and burp. He said he would never send the kid to school as that’s a total waste of time. Instead he and Mr. Belding would teach the kid life lessons by hanging out with it and eating fast food and watching awesome TV shows like The Munsters. When A Rod heard this he said there was no such thing as a butt baby and that Corky would be a terrible parent as he can barely take care of himself. At this Corky grunted and made a dookie in his diaper. He then popped A Rod in the face, then ass raped him while strangling him with his filthy diaper. As he buttslammed A Rod he said he was going to put a butt baby in A Rod and that A Rod better not try and abort it. He then grunted and fired a massive load of jizz in A Rod’s ass. He then tried to leap frog over A Rod so he could fart in his face, but stumbled and landed on A Rod’s head. He then ripped a nasty fart as a Rod moaned, then waddled off to find Mr. Belding.
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Compost, your post reminds me of another recent incident involving Corky and A-Rod. Corky is getting older and he really wants to have a butt-baby with A-Rod to help carry on his legacy after he dies. Corky has impregnated many hookers over the years, but he wants one with a former pro baseball player.
Corky is concerned that A-Rod’s anus is barren, possibly as a result of A-Rod’s notorious steroid abuse during his baseball career. So Corky told A-Rod that he wanted A-Rod to see someone who specializes in anal fertility. Corky said that he set up a meeting at Taco Bell for A-Rod to meet the specialist. A-Rod pointed out that women give birth to babies, not men, and that there is no such thing as a “butt baby.” A-Rod also pointed out that fertility experts meet patients at medical offices, not Taco Bell restaurants! Corky got mad and slapped A-Rod in the face and told him to shut his mouth or Corky would have to kick his ass again! A-Rod whimpered and begged for mercy as he agreed to go with Corky to meet the specialist. Corky said that was great and told A-Rod to bring his checkbook as the expert was not cheap.
So A-Rod and Corky drove over to Taco Bell and walked in. A-Rod was surprised to see Mr. Belding there, but figured that Mr. Belding probably eats 25 tacos a day to maintain his 500lb weight. When A-Rod pointed out that Nr. Belding was there, Corky called A-Rod an idiot and said that of course Mr. Belding was there because he’s the expert! Corky also pointed out that Mr. Belding had impregnated Screech with multiple butt babies. Mr. Belding told A-Rod that A-Rod’s anus needed to be loosened up and said that he used a chair leg to help do this and also gave Screech rough anal several times a day. Mr. Belding said that he Screech gave birth to two butt babies that Mr. Belding had fathered - Zoinks and Zubaz. Mr. Belding also said that he had anally impregnated Screech another time but had accidentally poked the anal fetus’s eye out while giving Screech rough anal sex, eventually resulting in an anal miscarriage. A-Rod said that this was ridiculous and it sounded like Screech probably had diarrhea, not an anal miscarriage, and that there was no way Screech could have possibly given birth out of his butthole! Mr. Belding responded by unleashing a 12-second belch in A-Rod’s face before lifting his leg and farting for 15 seconds! Mr. Belding turned to Corky and said that A-Rod should do what he says and then told A-Rod that he owed his $10,000 for this consultation. A-Rod said that he wasn’t paying for this stupid conversation and stood up to leave when Corky suddenly punched his in the ribs and then threw him into the soda machine! Corky then pulled down A-Rod’s pants and started ass-raping him in the middle of Taco Bell while Mr. Belding gulped down a large cup of Mountain Dew: Baja Blast before standing up, addling over to A-Rod, and belching loudly in A-Rod’s face while Corky went to town on A-Rod’s butthole! Corky fired his seed up A-Rod’s anus a minute later and told A-Rod that he’d better give him a butt baby! The next day, A-Rod limped to the den where Corky and Mr. Belding were watching cartoons and eating pizza and handed Mr. Belding a check for $10,000!!!
Today A Rod came into the living room all sad and said he was bummed out he only got 34.8 percent of the Hall of Fame votes which isn’t even half of the 75% needed. Corky told A Rod to pipe down as they were watching Scooby Doo. When A Rod began crying Corky said he should have thought of this before being a massive cheater who may now have a barren anus that won’t produce butt babies. At this Mr. Belding lifted his leg and ripped a 12 second wet fart to support Corky. A Rod said no one appreciated his baseball accomplishments, not even his lover. Corky laughed at this and said baseball was dumb and A Rod was even dumber to cheat at playing a dumb game. Corky said he might be impressed if A Rod was in the Pepperoni Fart Hall of Fame, or had a Principal of the Year award like his best friend, but said until A Rod had one of those he didn’t want to hear any whining about some stupid baseball thing. A Rod continued crying which really annoyed Corky who then clotheslined A Rod, then gave him a nice ass raping while Mr. Belding ate two cans of Pringle’s while chugging Mountain Dew and belching over and over. Corky said A Rod better stop talking about baseball and get back to working on giving him a butt baby! He then jizzed in A Rod’s anus before going dookie in his diaper.
Damn this is getting spicy. Just imagine a butt baby with Corky genetics running loose? I hope it has an enormous head and rips A-Reid’s anus when he delivers it. I love that Corky won’t be sending it to school, and instead will teach it to eat trash and watch “The Munsters”. That bodes well for the kid.
Pube, Corky also likes watching Sesame Street. His favorite character is Oscar the Grouch. Corky thinks Oscar is a great role model because he lives in a trash can and eats garbage! Corky will undoubtedly use Oscar the Grouch’s antics to teach a son important life lessons.
Speaking of Sesame Street, I think it would be cool if A-Rod guest-hosted an episode to try to rehabilitate his image. Corky and Mr. Belding, of course, would trick A-Rod into appearing while working behind the scenes to ensure that A-Rod gets violated. Big Bird would trip A-Rod and then sodomize him with his huge beak! Snuffleupagus would lumber by and A-Rod would initially be relieved because he believes Snuffleupagus will rescue him only to be disappointed when Snuffleupagus takes an enormous dump on his head! The Count would stand off to the side counting every fart in A-Rod’s face while pleasuring himself! Oscar the Grouch would pelt A-Rod with trash while laughing at A-Rod’s intense pain. Ernie would remove Bert’s nose and lodge it up A-Rod’s anus! Cookie Monster would shove handfuls of cookies into his mouth, getting crumbs all all over A-Rod while he’s being anally violated and would crack A-Rod in the head with a cookie jar after eating all of the cookies. Finally, the Mr. Hooper character would emerge from his shop to grab A-Rod and bring him into the safety of his shop, only to trick A-Rod into drinking wine, eating pills, and playing “Neptune: King of the Sea” with him. As A-Rod is led to the shower in the back room of his shop, at he camera zooms in and it is revealed that it isn’t really Mr. Hooper, as that character died 40+ years earlier, but is instead a horny Mr. Horton!
Yesterday Corky was playing with GI Joe and Star Wars action figures while watching an episode of Diff’rent Strokes with Mr. Belding while Mr. B shoved large slices of pepperoni pizza into his mouth and periodically ripped window-rattling farts. Corky then told Mr. Belding that someone should make action figures based of them and A-Rod as well as many other characters like Screech and the lovable Mr. Horton. Corky was so excited that he immediately filled his diaper with dookie! Corky ran to A-Rod and A-Rod asked why Corky smelled like anus before realizing that he needed to change Corky’s diaper. After removing the dirty diaper, putting talcum powder on Corky’s anus, and then putting a new pair of Huggies on Corky, A-Rod said that he was horny for Corky. Corky got mad and punched A-Rod in the balls and told him he had a great money-making idea for A-Rod to invest in. Corky explained that there needed to be action figures based on he, Mr. Belding, and A-Rod. A-Rod said that was a great idea and it might help revitalize his image. Corky said he wasn’t done talking and that if A-Rod interrupted again, he would receive a beating! Corky also said that there would be also be action figures for Screech, Mr. Horton, Dudley, Slater, and Zack’s dad. Corky explained that the characters for he, Belding, Zack’s dad, Mr. Horton, and Slater would have a piece over their crotch which folds down, allowing their massive dongs to flop out! Corky also said that the action figures for A-Rod, Screech, and Dudley would have a piece over their asses which folds down, revealing a hole representing their butthole. Corky explained that the characters with the dongs could be positioned to have anal with the action figures with the foldable ass portions. Corky also said that there would be playsets for Mr. Belding’s SBTB trailer, a highway rest stop men’s room, and Mr. Horton’s shower where “Neptune: King of the Sea” would be played.
A-Rod said that this idea was awful and that Corky seemed to drop IQ points every day. A-Rod said that nobody was going to buy a sick action figure set of characters who have gay sex with each other. A-Rod also said that maybe Corky should be locked in a cage for the good of society. Corky got mad at A-Rod’s rude comments and slugged him in the guy before kicking him up the ass! Corky then ass-raped A-Rod while Mr. Belding sprayed diarrhea into A-Rod’s MVP awards display case!
Gary, that is an amazing field report! I for one would buy each of those action figures and play with them endlessly. I’m certain with the change in culture many liberal families would also buy them for their kids, and they likely would be centerpieces of inclusion and tolerance in many liberal schools across the country. Thats before the sales that can be counted on by all the homosexual deviants that exist in this great land! Corky has another massive money making idea, and as usual A Rod is going to ruin it! I loved Mr. Belding realizing this and spraying A Rod’s stupid awards with a nice coating of diarrhea. I hope A Rod changes his mind and helps get this project going! Kids today need something like this to stimulate their minds. All they do is fiddle with their phones and watch dumb videos that don’t include legends like Mr. Horton, Mr Belding, or Corky!
Gentleman, I appreciate your admiration of the wonderful Mr. Horton. I was mesmerized by him the moment I saw him play the loving bicycle repair man on Diff’rent Strokes. It’s little known but NBC had major plans for the Mr. Horton character. That year they put out a few hundred Mr. Horton action figures along with thousands of the regular cast. Even rarer were mock ups of Mr. Horton’s bicycle shop, which included his apartment. Unfortunately the Mr. Horton character was met with hostility, and the toys, and already prepared spinoff TV Show were abandoned. Luckily my parents purchased the entire Diff’rent strokes collection for Christmas that year. Having never watched the show they also bought the Mr. Horton action figure and repair shop. I played with them constantly, enjoying luring Dudley and Arnold in to watch cartoons and play Neptune-King of the Sea! My parents eventually caught me playing with my Mr. Horton doll and took him away. I believe they threw him in the trash, and my father has a long talk with me trying to explain that Mr. Horton was a bad guy. I tried to explain that Mr. Horton was just misunderstood and he’d been railroaded by Mr. Drummond, but my father told me I was an idiot and could never watch the show again. It was extremely traumatic and the idea that Corky could bring back my beloved Mr. Horton action figure would be amazing!
Mr. Horton Fanatic, when I was a child, I had a Fisher-Price “Little People” play set for the Diff’rent Strokes show. Is that the set you are referring to? If not, it sounds similar to the one I had. I had a toy set which was supposed to be Mr. Drummond’s penthouse apartment. I had a Mr. Horton’s Bicycle Shop set which included an apartment in the back where he was supposed to live. There was also that shower in which a couple Little People would fit so that they could play, “Neptune: King of the Sea.” I loved playing with that set with I was like 5 or 6 years old because I also had some of the Sesame Street and McDonald’s Little People toys which fit into the same play sets. There was a really cool tandem bike toy which came with the Mr. Horton’s bike shop play set and you could position the Mr. Horton Little People toy on the back seat and then the Dudley Little People toy would go on the front seat. I always thought it was odd that the front seat was movable so that it was practically touching the back seat.
Diesel, I remember those toys! They were not the same as the Diff’rent Strokes toys I had. The ones I got were bigger action figures and had pull strings on the back that when pulled made the action figure talk. Arnold of course said “Watch you talkin bout Willis” along with some other stuff about the Gooch. Mr. Drummond’s was stupid and just said stuff like “fetch my slippers” and “the market is up today, hot diggity”. His true intentions shined through with “I’m going to frame lovable Mr. Horton”. Kimberly said “I hope I don’t get kidnapped again” along with some other dumb stuff and Willis said “Look out for King Willis”. My favorite of course was Mr. Horton who had a bunch of gems. The best of course being “Let’s play Neptune King of the Sea” or “Who wants ice cream and pills”. What a glorious set of action figures they were.
How’s it going, everybody? I was adopted by Mr. Drummond when he married my mom in the mid-1980s. I roomed with Arnold, but Arnold hated me because I’m white and stole my bike. When I went looking for it, I walked into a bike rental shop and met Mr. Horton. He was really a great guy who was just misunderstood. He gave all of the kids in the neighborhood ice cream, cake, candy, wine, and handfuls of pills. He was also the only adult I knew who would let use look at nudie magazines and kinky cartoons - it was always fun. The only thing he asked in return was that we play “Neptune: King of the Sea” with him in his shower. Unfortunately, the fun came to an end when Arnold ratted him out! Arnold was jealous that Mr. Horton was more attracted to Dudley than Arnold. Arnold was so sick of being picked last for everything because he was the runt of the litter, so he decided to get even by tattling on the lovable Mr. Horton. Dudley’s dad used to beat him and would put out his cigarettes on Dudley’s back and ass, so Dudley was terrified of his dad. When the police showed up at Mr. Horton’s, Dudley panicked that he dad would beat him and think he was gay, so he threw Mr. Horton under the bus and pretended that Mr. Horton was trying to do things against his will. I’m glad that there were pull-string toys of Mr. Horton saying his catchphrases and a play set of his bike shop - it is a shame that the toy company pulled that line of toys during a backwards time when homosexuality was viewed as a bad thing.
Sam! You were the worst character on my favorite show. How they could bring you on, along with your hillbilly mother, while refusing to update us on the status of lovable Mr. Horton, was a crime! I laughed and laughed when you got kidnapped like an idiot and hoped you’d just live with that family and never be seen again. I wanted Mr. Horton to take your place. It would have been fun to see them replace you with Mr. Horton and have him live in the Drummond house while everyone pretended you never existed. Mr. Horton would have ridden bicycles all over the place and had tons of friends to play “Neptune king of the sea” with!
I also would have accepted if Mr. Drummond just went to the streets and found Corky wandering around. He could have brought Corky home and said he was the new and improved Sam 2.0. Everyone would have loved Corky way more and Sam would have been instantly forgotten. Mr. D could have called the police and told them to stop looking for Sam as he’d found a better kid. While he was doing this Corky would be going dookie in a potted plant and everyone would cheer!
Mr. Horton Fanatic, Mr. Drummond actually has a real-life twin brother. I think it would have been a good storyline if Mr. Horton had become the housekeeper of the Drummond penthouse and Corky had been adopted to replace Sam and spice things up during the last two seasons of the show. I envision Mr. Drummond and his two brother pulling a train on Arnold while Willis stand in the corner of the room leering and rubbing one out. Corky suddenly enters the room naked from the pants down and is holding a diaper which he used to strangle Willis while butt-slamming him. While this is going on, Kimberly and Mr. Horton sit on the floor where she is fingering herself and jerking of Mr. Horton! The Gooch enters the room and presses his ass against Arnold’s face and rips a heinous fart before Dudley starts eating out his anus! There were some great potential storylines while could have been used to rejuvenate the show!
Diesel, that sounds amazing. Most people don’t realize that SBTB was a ground breaking show. Not because it showed a bunch of High School kids, but because it was the first show to partner with a pay sex channel, for which it produced two episodes at once. One made for NBC Saturday TV, and the other designed for the Spice Channel. As the show went on NBC got fed up that their episodes had lower rating then the Spice Channel and began throwing on many episodes that showed tons of hot man action! It was fantastic TV and I wish it had been around sooner so shows like Diff’rent Strokes had erotic episodes like SBTB. Corky would have loved being on Diff’rent Strokes as Arnold constantly had a bunch of ‘tard friends running loose in the house.
Hello all. I was wondering if anyone had noticed the story about WWE chairman Vince McMahon? It’s been alleged that during some double team action Vince decided to drop a deuce on the woman’s head. When I heard this I thought about the hundreds or thousands of times Mr. Belding did this to Screech while double teaming Screech with people like Zack’s Dad, AC Slater, the bum from the mall, Kevin the Robot, etc. Although I find Vince having hetero sex repulsive, I am wondering if he picked up that specific move from Mr. Belding? He likely was unaware that taking a nasty shit on your lovers head is perfectly acceptable in the queer community, but is generally frowned on in the hetero world.
Willis tounged my anus.
Grand Poobah, if that story is true, then Vince McMahon is possibly even more freaky in some ways than the SBTB gang who sodomized Screech daily. According to the Vince McMahon allegation, he took a dump on a woman’s head during an orgy and then continued having sex with her while doodoo dripped down her hair from the top of her head. Even the SBTB gang didn’t roll like that - they would typically only spray diarrhea on Screech after having sex with him, or would at least piss all over him to get the doodoo off before butt-slamming Screech!
Gay for Screech, you are 100 percent correct. Proper etiquette called for one to rip farts in Screech’s face while Screech was buttslammed by someone else. Only when Screech was laying in a heap was it ok to take dumps in his jewfro. No one wanted to get their own, or someone else’s dookie all over them while they had Screech service their p and a needs! I recall one time Zack’s Dad was buttslamming Screech and Mr. Belding ripped a few farts in Screech’s face, before using Screech’s hook nose to get some kernels of corn out of his filthy ass crack! Vince McMahon could learn a few things from Mr. Belding!
Today Corky and Mr. Belding were talking after having a breakfast of enormous bowls of fruity pebbles. Mr. Belding mentioned that he had read a hot article about Vince McMahon dropping a massive chud on a woman’s head during some rowdy double team action. Corky got all excited about this news and said he bet the rowdy WWF locker rooms of the 1980’s probably had dudes doing that constantly. He said he heard his idol Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant had done this move to Nikolai Volkoff in the locker room during Wrestlemania III. Corky then said he and Mr. B should take a double dump on A Rod’s head in honor of the Hulkster. Mr. B agreed and they went up to A Rod’s bedroom and found him sleeping. Corky quickly dropped his diaper and hung his bubble butt over A Rod’s head. He then grunted and released a nasty dump on A Rod’s head. A Rod woke up and began gagging from the smell. As he began to yell “what the hell is going on” Mr. Belding dropped a massive 4 foot long dookie that landed on A Rod’s head, with some of it landing in A Rod’s open mouth. A Rod began puking as Corky and Mr. Belding high fived. Corky then yelled “Hulkamania” over and over while A Rod ran to the bathroom covered in feces and puked in the toilet. While he did this Corky and Mr. Belding headed back downstairs to watch some old WWF matches!
Inside Man, Corky and Ne. B sure are pranksters! A-Rod sure is lucky to have them spice up his otherwise boring life. I wonder what hijinks they have planned today to commemorate Screech’s death anniversary??
A-Rod got up early today to work out. While he was working out, Mr. Belding devoured three huge jars of honey roasted peanuts while watching Sesame Street with Corky. After finishing his workout, A-Rod showered and then got back into bed to take a refreshing nap. While he was in bed, Mr. Belding and Corky snuck into A-Rod’s room while A-Rod was sleeping. Corky quietly opened A-Rod’s sock drawer in his dresser, removed his diaper, and then grunted while taking a massive dump into the sock drawer! Mr. Belding pulled down his sweatpants and Hershey-stained underwear before unleashing an enormous diarrhea spray into A-Rod’s face! There were bits of undigested peanuts in the diarrhea which pelted A-Rod in the face! A-Rod woke up and was startled and angry. He asked what the hell they were doing and Corky reminded A-Rod that it was the 3rd anniversary of Screech’s death and that he wanted to do something nice in Screech’s memory. Mr. Belding agreed and then unleashed a 12-second belch. A-Rod asked how going diarrhea on him was a celebration of Screech. He also asked why the hell Corky took a dump in his sock drawer. A-Rod further noted that Mr. Belding’s enormous diarrhea spray was so powerful that it almost took out his eye with sharp chunks of undigested peanuts! A-Rod also noted that he only met Screech one time, when Corky hired him as a waiter and tried to trick A-Rod into eating out Corky’s ass as a meal. Corky got mad and A-Rod for ruining the celebration and punched A-Rod in the balls! Corky then straddled over A-Rod’s face until A-Rod’s nose was in Corky’s ass-crack and then farted! Corky then ass-raped A-Rod while Mr. Belding ate a huge can of pie filling in Screech’s memory!
Gary, that was a really nice tribute to Screech. I’m so glad Mr. Belding has his bff Corky to help him celebrate the anniversaries of Screech’s passing. Why is it that A Rod tries to ruin this every year? It’s so easy to remember it happens each February 1st and that Mr. B tends to get bummed out? Instead of making sure to help Corky plan a special event he worked out and took a nap. Thankfully Corky didn’t forget and cheered up his best buddy by taking a massive dump in A Rod’s sock drawer and encouraging him to give A Rod a well deserved diarrhea spray. I can’t believe it’s already been three years!
13 years ago today I was driving my Kenworth outside Birmingham, Alabama. I pulled off the interstate in the middle of the night and headed to take a massive piss and dump. When I got in the bathroom I noticed a weird guy in multicolored pants standing there. He had a massive Jew fro and hook nose, and after a few seconds I recognized him as Screech from SBTB. He invited me in and asked if I needed a urinal or a stall? I belched loudly and told him I had to drop a deuce. He got excited and opened a stall door for me and assured me it was the best stall in the facility. I went in and immediately began pissing and spraying diarrhea. Screech began clapping, and told me I was really teaching him a few things. I felt this was weird and began spraying more diarrhea followed with about a dozen rapid fired farts. A second later the door opened and Screech entered. I told him to get away from me, but the next thing I knew he had me off the toilet and was tounging my anus. He also began giving me a reach around. I’m no sissy pants, it I have to say this guy was a pro and I quickly jizzed all over the place before ripping a nice fart right in Screech’s mouth. He fell over and flopped around like a fish out of water as he moaned and jizzed his pants. I left the stall and noticed a little tip hat, along with mints and some little bottles of cologne. I tipped $2 and grabbed some mints, before heading back to my truck to get back on the road. I never saw Screech again, but wish I had. I’ve run into countless truckers with similar experiences. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he died from lung cancer. He must have huffed over a million farts in his lifetime. That just can’t be healthy. I hope a new Screech takes over where Screech left off.
I was in jail with that jackass Screech. He through he was a big time celebrity, and would get respect for stabbing someone. We quickly found out we thought he was an ass clown and made him work the inmate bathrooms. There he manned the stalls, fetching toilet paper and making sure everything was kept clean. He also made sure every inmates butthole was nice and clean. I personally enjoyed using his Brillo like jewfro to clean my ass, but many others insisted his tongue was far better. At first we thought ripping farts in his face would humiliate and further degrade him. But we found he gained sexual pleasure of this, and instead we kicked him in the nuts or tried to tear off one of his ears. We really missed him when he was released. He was a good bathroom attendant.
Big Dan, I’ve heard many similar stories from longhaul truckers over the years. I’m not gay, either, although I have to admit that the thought of humiliating Screech from Saved By The Bell is arousing. I always hated Screech on that show, but I do think it would have been cool to wipe my ass with his Jew-fro or rip wet farts in his face while he tongued my anus and gave me a reach-around. I assume that Mr. Belding must have taught him to do these nasty things, but who can say for sure? I would have tipped him a shiny nickel for his services, which I’m sure he would have enjoyed.
I want to mix some of Screech’s ashes in my morning coffee and drink him. Then I will eat a large Pizza Hut pepperoni pizza. This will produce rank farts that will disperse Screech in a suitable manner. It will stink and annoy everyone, just like Screech did in real life! I think Screech would want it this way. I will do this on special occasions over the next few years, saving the last spoonful. I will bury that spoon full and make a proper grave for Screech outside a high volume rest stop. I will provide a proper marker so all of Screech’s deranged fans can fart on him. I’m hoping someone can hook me up with his ashes so he may be farted out my ass, 5en given a proper burial.
Sphinx, your plan is pretty extreme, even among the most degenerate members of the gay community. Your plan appears to have merit, but I have to say that the best tribute would probably come from Mr. Belding, his longtime gay lover, partaking in your plan. Shouldn’t he be the one to ingest Screech’s remains and the fart them for Screech’s most deranged fans to enjoy? I seem to recall him doing some similar when he ate Hound Dog for Thanksgiving and then ripped a nasty fart in Screech’s face when Screech had complained about Mr. Belding devouring his beloved pet dog.
Dong Fondler, I can’t help but feel Screech’s ashes aren’t being appreciated. From my understanding his father has some, which I respect, and should stay that way. But the remainder went to some pig who was “dating” Screech for like 10 minutes. You just know she has them in a closet, and put them there the second she found a new dude. I feel we need to get them from her and give Screech a proper farewell. I would love it if Mr. Belding was the one to disperse them with his ridiculously loud farts, and also agree he has priority as one of Screech’s long time lovers. But he hasn’t yet shown any interest, and didn’t when Screech passed. If he won’t give Screech a proper send off and bury some of his ashes near a rest stop then I am happy to lead the charge!
I miss going to highway rest stops to get my sexual desires fulfilled by Screech. I remember traveling through Oklahoma City back in 2008 woth my college roommate when we stopped to go to the bathroom at a highway rest stop on our way to Las Vegas. We walked into the men’s room and we shocked to see Screech standing there with a small basket of paper towels, breath mints, and tiny cologne bottles. We couldn’t believe it! Screech was wearing fruity Zubaz pants and a white tuxedo shirt - it was really strange. Screech asked whether I needed to go #1 or #2 and I said I had to go #2. Screech then directed me to a row of stalls and opened the door to a large handicapped stall. I thought that Screech was just going to open the door for me, but instead he laid down on the floor, opened his mouth, and told me to take a dump in it! I was like “WTF??” I’m not gay or anything like that, but i always hated his character on SBTB and thought that I should take advantage of this opportunity to take a dump on Screech. So I pulled down my shorts and sweaty underwear, squatted over Screech’s face, and then took a huge dump and also ripped a couple nasty farts. Screech uttered “Zoinks!” and I could tell he was in absolute ecstasy! A he chewed and savored the flavor of my dookie, I positioned his nose in the crack of my ass and ripped an enormous fart! I then used his Jew-fro to wipe my ass clean. I have to admit the feeing of his Jew-fro rubbing against my taint was quite enjoyable. My buddy then knocked on the stall door and asked what the hell was going on. I opened the door to let him in and then we doubled up on Screech, giving him a nice spit roast. My buddy and I jizzed all over Screech’s Jew-fro and then threw a couple quarters into his tip jar, grabbed a few breath mints, and resumed our trip to Vegas. It was a great vacation and when we got back to college, we never did tell our girlfriends what happened because we thought they might think we had turned gay or something!
Ass Breath, that is one hot story! It’s amazing how many hetero dudes went totally gay for Screech, then immediately went back to being straight as an arrow. Screech had many more deranged queer clients, but shockingly a decent percentage were straight men who just enjoyed farting on Screech, and using his jewfro to wipe their asses. Screech was also known to be extremely sly and before one would know it their pants would be down and Screech would be hook nose deep in their ass! Screech may have been a gargoyle, but he sure knew how to tongue an ass and give a reach around!
Hi guys. It’s Angie, the owner and proprietor of Americas Best Travel Inn Reno. I wanted to let everyone know we have just completed some major renovations. We’ve installed a dozen new peep holes, so weirdos can lurk around and peer at unsuspecting customers. We’ve also freed up a number of prime parking spots by towing away any non running vehicles that had been there for a year or longer. A few pimps were pissed at that but I told them to kiss my hot anus. We have also bought a few space heaters for rooms that don’t have heat. I have acquired some luxury linens that the Motel 6 tossed in their dumpster. I encourage everyone to give us a try. All these new amenities, along with us sharing a parking lot with Denny’s, makes us the obvious choice when in Reno! I recently got a call from someone claiming to be A Rod. He wanted to book the entire month of March. But when I asked for a deposit etc, I just heard a ridiculously loud fart and the phone went silent. I’m not sure if it was a prank, or if Mr. Belding and Corky farted and destroyed A Rod’s cell phone.
Angie, thank you for the info. I am glad that you are finally doing something about the crackheads and pimps in the parking lot. I don’t mind sleeping in a room which has bedbugs or stained sheets if I can save a few bucks provided the area right outside my room isn’t a crime-ridden cesspool. Also, I don’t have any issues with weirdos peeping into my room while I’m on the toilet taking a dump or even while I’m sitting on my bed watching tv if it means I can get a room for $20 less than what a high-end motel, such as Super 8 or EconoLodge, would undoubtedly charge. It was also smart of you to fish perfectly usable discarded linens from the dumpster you share with Motel 6. So what if towels or wash clothes have semen or blood stains? If you wash them, they are clean, so it makes sense to continue using them until they have big holes or completely disintegrate.
Corky, you are a big fat retarded degenerate fuckhole who deserves to be rick-rolled in copious amounts of cow-dung & pig-semen for the way you've treated a-rod over the years - there, I said it, and somebody had to have the courage to.. 😜
Anon, you’re way off base. Corky is a stud who is demand in the gay community. A Rod is a former athlete best known for steroid use. A Rod is abusive and horrible to lovable Corky and his best friend Mr. Belding. He rarely supports any of Corky’s amazing money making ideas, and always whines and complains when Corky goes dookie where he shouldn’t. A Rod merely wants Corky for his magnificent bubble butt and his monster dong. Corky on the other hand is happy to live in A Rod’s mansion with his best friend and scarf down loads of junk food. A Rod is totally taking advantage of Corky’s good nature!
Fart Fanatic, you astutely raised a good point - there were quite a few straight men who either had or wanted to do nasty things to Screech. Count me among them - I am 100% heterosexual and the mere thought of two dudes even just holding hands to kissing makes me want to vomit. However, I remember reading stories of Screech and the crazy things that went on with him at rest stops, gas station bathrooms, and in alleys behind dumpsters and wanted to partake in the festivities myself. I always thought that his character was really annoying and a complete idiot - I never understood why Zack and Slater, or even Mr. Belding, were friends with such a complete loser. That being said, I often fantasized about eating a Taco Bell or pizza and then ripping nasty wet farts in Screech’s face to humiliate him! I also wanted to take a dump on his head and use his Jew-fro as toilet paper while he gave me a reach-around. I never met Screech, but if I had and this stuff had happened, I don’t think it would count as being gay if I only did it once or even a few times. I feel that as long as nobody else knew about it, it was like it never really happened except in my mind, where memories of this incident would go immediately into my brain’s “spank bank.”
Hetero Dude, it’s sad you never had the opportunity to meet up with Screech. I knew a lot of hetero guys who would visit Screech daily whenever he was in their town. They would carry on with the rest of the crowd and would wind up taking dumps, or peeing in Screech’s Jew fro, then would rip ass in his face as he tounged their anus. Screech would give them a marvelous reach around and they would jizz wildly. They would then head home to their families or girlfriends, thus maintaining their strict hetero status. Some hetero men even buttslammed Screech and jizzed in his matted Jew fro. I saw no issue with this. They made sure to never “cross swords” with the raging queers, thus ensuring their hetero street cred was intact.
Guys, I have a hit story to share. I was in London a few weeks back and was staying st a very classy hotel. I primarily ate at Pizza Hut (there are 63 of them in London which is nice) which helped me work up some noxious farts for the dumpster parties I attended. At one party a guy I was buttslamming asked if I’d tipped the doorman for a special “wake up call”. I said I hadn’t heard of that and he told me to just tip the doorman and tell him what time you wanted your wake up call and he’d take it from there. That night when I got back to my hotel I did so and the doorman tipped his hat towards me and said he’d take care of everything. I thought this was odd and assumed he would just pass on my request and I’d get a wake up call like normal. I hit the sack and dreamt of dumpster parties and fancy bathrooms. All of a sudden I was awoken by an ass pressed to my face, and then a giant fart being ripped. The sound was astounding, as was the smell that hit me like a brick to the face. I then saw it was the doorman in his outfit. His pants around his ankles. He ripped a few smaller farts then went on his way. What a way to wake up!!! Instead of some stupid alarm I have to say a nice fart, that smelled like fish and chips, along with some garbage notes, was the best! I did this each night for the rest of my trip. Now, I believe my Rolex was pilfered by the doorman one morning, but I still consider this fine service very worthwhile. Some nights I even struggled to get to sleep from the excitement of knowing I’d be awaken to the doorman ripping farts to awaken me! Has anyone experienced this in the US? I travel frequently and haven’t heard of this service before. I’m wondering if it may be a British thing? But if it’s at the high end US hotels I’ve really been missing out.
Barf, that’s an interesting story. Is this just a British thing to have a doorman fart in your face as a wake up call? How old was the doorman? Was he an elderly man? If so, that’s kind of nasty. Or is he a younger beefcake-type guy? It is unsettling that your Rolex was taken - even having some hot farts ripped in my face would not be worth losing a $10k watch, at least in my view.
Diesel, the doorman who worked overnight was a younger guy in his late 20’s. He seemed to be in good shape, and quickly knew what I meant when I tipped him and asked him to ensure I had a 7:30am wake up call. He was extremely prompt the next morning and woke me right at 7:30am. I did wonder what would happen if multiple guests requested the same wake up time. Would he enlist another staff member, or just try to hurry from one room to the next? Maybe he would have told me that time slot was already taken. It was very interesting. I was pretty bummed when I noticed my watch was missing from the nightstand, but assume he may have thought my leaving it there was meant as a tip. I was a bit embarrassed as this occurred on my last night and he wasn’t there when I went down to checkout. I didn’t think I could tell the front desk I believed my watch had been stolen during my morning wake up call by the doorman who for 4 nights had been waking me up with nasty farts. I spoke to my insurance agent (I didn’t mention the farts) who said since I hadn’t gotten a police report my insurance company wouldn’t cover the claim. Next time I enlist a doorman to provide a deranged wake up service I’ll be sure to lock any valuables in the hotel safe.
I have a very stinky butthole for some reason. I think it must be from all of the fast food I’ve been eating lately, including hamburgers, hot dogs, tacos, and pizza. I wish that Screech was here so that I could rip wet farts in his face and coat has goatee and mouth with a thin film of smelly dookie juice. I would also have Screech lick my butthole clean like the way a cat cleans itself. Is A-Rod experienced in this skill? If not, Corky needs to train A-Rod and get it on film for A-Rod’s large queer fanbase.
Helo screch I would very much love to redeem you asshole. Please respond I cum to you and we have fantasy meeting. Thank you sir.
Candy Ass, it was shocking how proficient Screech was at licking buttholes. He should have teamed up with a proctologist. He was able to tame even the stinkiest of buttholes. One time I had eaten at Taco Bell for 30 days straight. Every single meal was a Taco Bell delicacy. Needless to say my butthole reeked, and a shower did next to nothing. I ran into Screech at a highway rest stop and explained my issue. He ripped down my pants and boxers with excitement, and was hook nose deep in my ass moments later. He worked his tongue into my butthole like a pro and really gave my ass a good detailing. When he was done I lifted one leg and cranked out a really nice fart for him. He fell to the floor and wiggled around, jizzing his pants. I noticed my butthole was now totally clean and dry and tipped him $.50 for the wonderful service.
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