Corky recently discovered this alternative "fart" version of Chuck Berry's rock 'n roll classic hit, "Johnny B. Goode." This version includes snippets of Chuck Berry's infamous insanely loud fart from his notorious "toilet tapes."
Corky thinks that Mr. Belding and an R&B group should record a duet version of that long, with the R&B group singing the lyrics and playing the guitar and with Mr. Belding ripping the loud farts!
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This version hit #1 for five weeks on the Billboard Gay 100 back in 2002.
This afternoon, Corky told A-Rod that he kept thinking about A-Rod. A-Rod felt like he was on cloud nine because he assumed that this was Corky’s way of telling A-Rod that he loved him on Valentine’s Day. A-Rod replied that it was a lovely thing to say and asked whether they were doing something romantic while Corky was thinking of him. Corky replied that was was nothing faggotty like that and said that whenever he feels full after eating a lot of tacos, he thinks of A-Rod and the thought of A-Rod’s head helps him take massive dumps in his diaper. A-Rod’s eyes welled up with tears and he started crying. Corky yelled at A-Rod to stop being so annoying and then punched A-Rod in the balls! Mr. Belding, who was drinking a 2-liter of Mountain Dew from the bottle at the time, paused and started laughing hysterically, inadvertently spraying Mountain Dew out of his mouth in the process. Mr. Belding then released a 12-second belch to Corky’s delight! Corky then proceeded to ass-rape A-Rod for the next ten minutes before firing his diseased ‘tard seed into A-Rod. Corky then took a dump on A-Rod’s head and said “Happy Valentine’s Day” before grabbing a pint of ice cream and heading to the den with Mr. Belding to watch Sesame Street with Mr. Belding!
I just saw an Uber hot episode of SBTB where Mr. Belding takes a big dump in Screech’s mouth right in the middle of gym class! It was funny as Slater and Zack were doing the rope climb, when Mr. Belding walked into the gym, clotheslined Screech, then dropped a nasty deuce in his mouth. He then wiped his ass with Screech’s Jew fro before walking out. Coach Sonski yelled at Screech and told him to stop horsing around and get back to trying to lift a 5 pound dumbbell he was supposed to be curling. Strange, but highly erotic episode!
Screech was a jive turkey! I once saw him at a dumpster party in Harlem. He was being buttslammed by at least 4 Mylo’s. I took a Colt 45 fueled dump on his Afro and he complained he’d just rubbed Jeri curl into it. I laughed in his face and ripped a fart on his hook nose. Then I tooks my turn slamming his loose butthole with my giant mamba snake! That fool was one weird cracker.
Please. I am Ugoff.
I was in Cub Scouts with Screech in a troop in Southern California back during the mid-1980s. Screech was really annoying back then even though it was before he was even on “Good Morning, Miss Bliss.” I remember when he had the Pinewood Derby competition and he entered a car which was made out of a block of wood which he had painted pink. He also wrote “USS Zubaz” on the side of his car. It wasn’t aerodynamic at all and his car finished last. He kept yelling “Zoinks” during each round of the competition with cars raced against each other on the race track. Our Cub Scout master got mad at Screech and yelled at him to stop being such a faggot! Eventually the father of a bully in our troop stripped Screech naked and tied him to the race track with his ass positioned on a racetrack so that one of the race cars would only stop after hitting Screech’s anus. Anyhow, during the next round of competition, a race car zoomed down the track and hit Screech right in the anus, even traveling several inches inside Screech’s butthole! Screech instantly moaned in exquisite ecstasy! I think the Screech instantly decided to turn gay as a result of that incident.
Hello. I felt this was the best place to advertise my upcoming appearance at Leo’s Taco Stand in Los Angels. I will be dancing and singing while dressed as Michael Jackson. This will occur Saturday 2/17. I will have a tip hat out and will grab my crotch and moonwalk if people tip. After the show I will be hanging out in a nearby porta potty where I will have a special meet and great with a few lucky male fans!
Stinky, I remember your Knight Rider themed Pine Wood Derby car. I also remember that faggot Screech and his stupid pink piece of shit. He just took the block of wood, painted it pink, glued on some sparkles, then wrote “USS Zubaz” on the side and was done. I remember asking him why the hell he hadn’t shaped it like every other kid and he said he asked his Dad for help but he was to busy eating an entire box of Twinkie’s, and answered by lifting his leg and ripping ass. Screech always had an excuse for why he didn’t bother doing something properly. Him then thinking his car would win was super annoying, with him yelling Zoinks nearly non stop. I was so glad when Mongo’s Dad attacked him. You couldn’t do that today, but in the 1980’s it was complete accepted. Unfortunately it didn’t do much as Screech seemed to really enjoy it. The sad thing is he got much more annoying when the next year he started acting on that Miss. Bliss show. Hope you’re doing well Stinky! Do you still have your Knight Rider themed pinewood car?
Back in the day, corky tried to enter the pinewood derby and he was totally bummed when the den mother denied him, saying that it was a non-tards only competition & then queefed directly into his face & he then ran crying all the way home..
Rick, it is great to hear from you! It’s been over 30 years since I last saw you when I completed by Eagle Scout project renovating that highway rest stop men’s room in Oceanside off the I-5. I went back to see how the men’s room looked back in 2014 or 2015 and I was shocked to run into Screech! He was dressed up in those dorky clothes he wore on Saved By The Bell. I remember he had on rainbow- colored pants with suspenders. He also had a white tuxedo shirt with a bow tie and a green cumber-bun - he looked like a complete idiot and a a gigantic faggot, rolled up into one! He was sniffing the ass of an obese trucker who was peeing at a urinal while ripping farts. Screech’s huge hook nose was buried in seat of that trucker’s sweaty overalls. I was chewing gum at the time, which I wadded up in my hand and then threw into his poofy Jew-fro, where it got stuck. Screech uttered, “Zoinks!” and then turned around and instantly recognized me. He said, “hey Stinky! Great to see you! Can I service your penis or ass needs?” I reminded Screech that I wasn’t gay like he is. However, Screech managed to pull down my pants within seconds and buried his nose in between my sweaty ass cheeks while giving me a reach-around! Also, and I don’t know how he managed to do this, but o suddenly ripped an 8-second fart even though I did not even have a feeling of an impending fart before Screech pulled down my pants - it seemed as though he managed to coax an 8-second fart out of my colon somehow… He also made me blow a huge load of semen on the wall during the reach-around. I’m not gay or anything like that, but Screech made me climax like a champ. I also noticed hundreds of other cun stains on the walls, so obviously Screech has been doing this for some time now! I have to say that it is time for another Eagle Scout candidate to renovate that men’s room for a service project to clean up all of the semen and dookie stains on the walls!
Stinky, it’s sad Screech defiled your Eagle Scout project. He was a horrible scout. Do you remember the year he joined the cast of Miss. Bliss and was more annoying than ever? I recall a camping trip we were on the following spring and we were sitting around a campfire. We asked each of the scouts to tell us about something positive that had recently happened in their lives. I believe when it was your turn you said you had recently had your first kiss and now had a girlfriend. Screech was next and he tried to one up your story by telling us he was dating Mr. Belding. Mongo pointed at Screech and started changing “faggot” over and over and everyone else including myself and parents who were in the trip as chaperones joined in! I recall someone throwing a rock at Screech and hitting him in his hook nose, then Mongo’s Dad threw a burning ember into Screech’s jewfro which caught it on fire. I let this go on for a minute or so then told a few Scouts to help put out the fire and they pissed all over Screech’s Jew fro. What was odd was besides yelling Zoinks about a dozen times Screech just sat their with a deranged look on his face. He was a real weirdo!
Rick, do you remember that time when you and the older scouts tricked Screech into showing up on a Saturday morning for a long six-hour hike to see whether he was strong enough to go to the Philmont scout camp the following summer? You told him to meet up at that old abandoned cabin in the Angeles National Forest? When Screech showed up at 8AM, we were already inside the cabin. We walked over to greet Screech and then Mongo’s dad suddenly slugged Screech in the gut and you pulled down your pants and underwear and pressed your bare ass up against Screech’s face and ripped a nasty wet fart! It was both funny and gross at the same time! All of us then took turns having our way with Screech’s butthole. Then, all of a sudden, Mr. Belding showed up and we thought we might be in trouble when he said, “Hey, hey, hey, what is going on here??” We all (except Screech) breathed a sigh of relief when Mr. Belding started unzipping his pants and then pulled out his massive dong and started started really giving it to Screech as Screech uttered, “Zoinks!” That was really a great scout team-building exercise!
Stinky, I certainly do remember that. That was done with the help of Mr. Belding after we told him Screech had been lying about the two of them dating. He was furious Screech lied about that and we decided we needed to teach that liar a good lesson. That was the last time we got to use that cabin as Mr. Tuttle was hiding in the rafters so he could leer and jerk off while witnessing Screech being attacked. Soon after the rafters collapsed from his immense weight and brought the entire roof down with him. The Scouts decided not to rebuild the cabin after that. I totally blamed Screech for that happening!
Rick, do you remember that time when Screech was trying to earn a swimming merit badge? He had to tread water in the deep end of a pool without grabbing the sides or touching the bottom. He also had to be fully clothed and remove his shoes and jeans and then tie a knot in the jeans near the foot end and then fill the pants up with air and wrap the tied pants around his neck as a make-shift flotation device. It was actually more difficult than it sounds. But I remember that you thought it would be funny to spice things up a bit by having people pee and shit into the pool while Screech was treading water. Remember when Mongo took an enormous dump into the pool and it floated over by Screech’s face? We were all laughing as Screech struggled to keep his head above the water. I also remember Mongo’s dad was peeing into the pool and managed to piss into Screech’s Jew-fro, which made everyone laugh! Mongo’s dad then dropped his pants and took a dump behind a bush and picked it up and pelted Screech with it. Mongo’s dad also picked up tiny rocks and berries and also launched them at Screech, hitting him in the hook nose! That was a great time! Eventually Screech started screaming for help, so you threw a floating kick board into the pool for Screech to grab onto. Screech used the kick board to keep his head above water until he made it over to the shallow end and was able to walk out of the pool. You walked over to Screech and told him he failed the test and had wasted everyone’s time and then ripped ass in his face! You also made Screech clean all of the feces and debris from the pool, which he spent the next few hours doing while the rest of us had a pizza party and told jokes about what a loser faggot Screech was!
Stinky those were some great times. Over the years Screech called me a few times. He was always really annoying and kept coming up with ideas for ridiculous merit badges. They all revolved around some form of being a bathroom attendant. He wanted a merit badge for being a bathroom attendant, for huffing farts, for jamming one’s nose into another dudes as crack etc. Each time he called I’d tell him I was no longer in Scouting, then I would rip ass into the phone. I would then hear him moan loudly as I hung up.
Rick, Screech was a real perv. He only earned a few merit badges and was too lazy to earn more. That’s why he wanted the Boy Scouts to create new merit badge categories. Do you remember that letter to the editor of the “Boy’s Life” Scout magazine which was published in 1990? He said that new merit badge categories should be created such as “Outhouse Historian” and “Feces Eating.” He actually viewed himself as a learned expert on bathrooms and outhouses. He loved using those nasty and smelly outhouses we used on some camping trips and learned as much as he could about them. One time he claimed that his Go-Bot watch had fallen into the toilet part of an outhouse and he crawled down into the sewage water to retrieve it. We had to hose down that freak and then made him take a dip in the nearby pond to remove the stench. I also recall that we thought he ate a couple turds when he was in the sewage water - I think he was chewing on peanuts or corn after coming out of the sewage, so we all assumed they must have been undigested in someone’s feces. But when he suggested that a new merit badge be created for “Feces Eating,” we all knew he was a real weirdo!
Stinky, our troop was nearly disbanded after that weirdo wrote to Boys life trying to get his deranged merit badge ideas approved. I got a call soon after questioning what the hell was wrong with our troop that a member was more focused on the outhouses and feces, then the true tenets of scouting. I tried to explain that Screech was a deviant and was not representative of our troop as a whole. They struggled to believe that and sent in someone to monitor our troop. Thankfully within 10 minutes of meeting Screech we were cleared of any wrong doing. I believe that particular day Screech decided to man the bathroom during our Scout meeting and when the monitor went to use it he was accosted by Screech who leered at him while he took a piss, then when the man ripped a fart buried his hook nose in the guys ass. When the monitor kicked him in the head and asked what he was doing Screech said he was in training for his home made merit badges. He’d even sewed some hideous looking merit badges. One was an outhouse. Another was a bare ass with a hook nose buried in it. The monitor quickly realized I had told the truth and Screech was deranged and quickly left.
Lick my ass.
Scoutmaster Rick, I was an editor for the “Ranger Rick” magazine during the 1980s. Screech sounds like he was a real freak back when he was a Boy Scout. He also sent in a number of weird letters to us at Ranger Rick. Our magazine was written for kids with many topics about animals and outdoors. Screech actually wrote in and claimed that his pet dog had been cooked and eaten by his school principal and he wanted to know where he could get a cheap replacement pet dog. It was such a weird thing to write - if he allowed his principal to cook and eat his dog, why would he think we would want to help him acquire another dog whom he who would probably encounter the same fate??? Screech also asked questions about which animals liked to be dressed up in Zubaz-brand clothing and which animals took the smelliest dumps. We never published these letters, but I remember them vividly because Screech became a semi-famous child actor a few years later. I always assumed that those were prank letters, but now I wonder whether they were real letters written by a complete weirdo?
I stopped at a rest stop in Lund, Nevada while transporting dry goods to Dallas back in 2017. When I walked into the men’s room, I encountered three weirdos who claimed that they were bathroom attendants. I recognized the oldest one as Screech and he was also wearing a bib which read “Screech” on it. Screech’s bib also appeared to be coated with semen, blood, and doodoo. The two younger guys were also wearing bibs - one had “Zubaz” and the other had “Zoinks” on it. I later found out that those were Screech’s sons and that they were somehow born out of Screech’s ass after Mr. Belding had deposited huge loads of semen into Screech’s anus! Anyhow, when I walked in, Screech said, “Hello sir. Welcome to the best rest stop in Nevada. I’m Screech and these are my sons, Zoinks and Zubaz. We’re here to address your bathroom needs. Let us know if you need anything.” I said I didn’t and then started walking to a urinal. As I walked by them, I ripped a loud fart. All of a sudden, I felt something pressing against the crack of my ass and looked back and saw that all three of them were sniffing the odor emanating from my anus! They each had enormous hook noses and it seemed like they were each trying to insert their hook noses deep into my sweaty ass crack, kind of like woodpeckers pecking on tree bark with their beaks! They then pulled down my pants and I felt tongues all over my anus while I received an expert tag-team reach-around from Screech’s family, as a completely straight man, I gave to say that they worked my equipment like experts and I never once felt queer. In fact, I thought about my wife while they made me climax. I walked away with a better understanding of why all of the cool kids (and the principal) on SBTB let Screech hang out with them even though he was such an annoying loser - he was obviously servicing their penis and ass needs! I dropped a dollar in their tip jar and an expired 25% off coupon to Quiznos I had in my wallet. I do t think they realized that the coupon was expired, as they seemed happy when I left.
I saw Corky and A Rod on a date at a Miami Applebees. A Rod was behaving super fruity and when they were given a booth he sat next to Corky instead of across from him. I could tell Corky was annoyed and complained that it wasn’t fair they had left his best friend, Mr. Belding, at home. A Rod said he needed some alone time with Corky so their love could blossom. At this Corky grew really annoyed and said A Rod was a huge faggot. He then burped loudly right in A Rod’s face. I then noticed an Obese man with a large Cowboy hat on stroll to their table and rip a huge fart in A Rod’s face. He then took off his hat and I could see it was Mr. Belding. He said he knew A Rod was up to something and had followed them in an Uber. Corky laughed at the fart and high fived his best buddy. Mr. Belding then squeezed into the other side of the booth and ordered a large soda and a dozen appetizers. He and Corky then had a belching contest while A Rod began crying while complaining he and Corky never got any romantic time alone. This really annoyed Corky who slugged A Rod, knocking him out of the booth. Corky then ripped off A Rod’s Yankees uniform and began ass raping A Rod as the Applebees patrons cheered and jerked off. At one point Mr. Belding pressed his bare ass to A Rod’s head and ripped a 9 second wet fart. After that the entire restaurant reeked of anus and the jizz really started flying!
Horny Trucker Driver, that was quite an encounter you had with Screech and his sons at that rest stop! I wonder whether Zoinks and Zubaz ever turned the tables on Screech and ripped ass in his face for fun?
Bruce, I have to visit that Applebees the next time I’m in Miami! It would be awesome to witness Corky and Mr. Belding teach A-Rod important life lessons by ripping farts and belching in his face before Corky rapes him. I think I’ll bring my own gas mask as the entire restaurant must have smelled awful after all of those farts ripped in A-Rod’s face!
We were recently digging in our vaults, and found a pilot of a TV show we never aired. It was called “King Tut - Private Eye”. In it Mr. Tuttle played a private eye who used his uncanny, chameleon like skills, to follow people and spy on them. In this episode his business was booming and he realized he needed a bookkeeper. Of course nerdy Screech showed up wearing his best Zubaz with his fro totally out of control. Mr. Tuttle recognized him and told Screech this was his summer job (which made no sense) then he hired Screech while eating a giant bowl of spaghetti. Screech sat at a little desk with an old time adding machine and began keeping the books. A few moments later Mrs. Morris entered and said she needed to hire Mr. Tuttle to spy on her husband who she felt was cheating on her. She told Mr. Tuttle she felt he was dating Kelly Kapowski and she’d even found a few pubic hairs on his clothing. Mr. Tuttle said he’d take the case, then lifted his enormous leg and ripped ass. Mrs. Morris gave them a check for $5 grand and left while coughing from the putrid stink. Mr. Tuttle told Screech to keep working on the books and he would solve the mystery. He then left. Mr. Tuttle then went to Mr. Morris’s home and followed him to Mr. Beldings. At Mr. Beldings he crawled up to a window and got in a crawl space above the ceiling, he was able to maneuver to the bedroom where he heard buttslamming and “Zoinks” be yelled over and over. When he found an HVAC vent he peered into the room and saw Mr. Belding and Mr. Morris spitroasting someone. While doing so Mr. Morris was on an enormous cell phone and was selling 75 computers to a Libyan terrorist group. Mr. Tuttle got out a crappy Polaroid camera and started snapping pictures. He then realized the person being apitroasted wasn’t Kelly Kapowski, but was Screech! As Mr. Belding made Screech lick his butthole Mr. Tuttle got excited and began jerking off. Just as Mr. Morris jizzed all over Screech the ceiling collapsed and Mr. Tuttle fell into the room, landing with a thud in the floor. No one paid any attention to the obese man who kept jerking off, taking Polaroid pics, and was bleeding everywhere. Mr. Belding groaned then jizzed in Screech’s Jew fro, then got out of the way as Mr. Morris leapfrogged over Screech and ripped a nasty fart in Screech’s face. Mr. Tuttle then passed out from blood loss but no one noticed. The next day we see Mrs. Morris back in Mr. Turtle’s office where he proudly showed her the pics of her husband buttslamming Screech with Mr. Belding. He told her he’d fired Screech for being such a huge faggot, and Mrs. Morris said that was good as Screech was a real gargoyle. She then said she was divorcing Mr. Morris and took the photos for evidence. She then cut “King Tut” another $5,000 check and told him he was the best detective in Bayside.
I felt the show had some promise, but no one else did, and it never saw broadcast. I may put this on YouTube or something so all Screech’s fans can jerk off to it.
NBC Executive, you were sitting on a gold mine! That show definitely should have been released. Perhaps it was ahead of its time when butt-slamming and homosexuality were viewed as weird practices engaged in by perverts, whereas today such practices are accepted and are openly encouraged in some media outlets.
I would have enjoyed watching that show - it kind of reminds me of “Murder, She Wrote” or “The Cosby Mysteries,” but with an edgier take and more anal sex. Mr. Tuttle would have probably hidden somewhere while playing with himself during a stakeout in every episode and I have a strong suspicion that Screech would be servicing penis and ass needs on a regular basis.
I know that there are many stories about Screech’s career as an unpaid bathroom attendant. However, many of you may not know that Screech was also a fitting room attendant at a Macy’s back during the 2008-09 Financial Crisis. People were worried about their finances at that time, so the typical bathroom patron was less likely to tip unpaid bathroom attendants such as Screech. So Screech actually managed to get a part-time job earning minimum wage as a fitting room attendant at a Macy’s in Southern California. I remember looking at their Dockers pants one day and I wanted to try them on to make sure that they fit. So I found a sign for the fitting room and walked over there. I was shocked when I saw Screech was manning the fitting rooms! His Jew-fro was poofy and looked very greasy. Screech asked how many items of clothing I had and I replied just one pair of pants. Screech responded by saying, “Zoinks! I hope those pants fit. Let me know if you need assistance.” It was a weird thing to say, so I walked into the fitting room and quickly locked the door. Screech stood in the hallway and kept asking if I needed his help as I tried on the Dockers. Fortunately, they fit perfectly. After trying on the pants, I realized I really needed to take a piss, but I didn’t have time to deal with asking Screech where the bathroom was, so I pulled down my underwear and started peeing on the carpet and wall in the corner of the fitting room. I got really close to the wall to minimize the distance from my penis to the wall, in order to keep the noise at a minimum. Unfortunately, however, Screech noticed the stench of urine and then told me I was taking one hell of a piss and started clapping his hands. It was so embarrassing because he brought so much unnecessary attention to me - peeing on the wall and floor of a fitting room is not unheard of, so why did Screech have to make such a public display about it??? In no any event, after finishing peeing, I pulled up my underwear and pants and turned around and was shocked to see Screech standing behind me in the fitting room! He said, “Not so fast, buddy.” I thought that maybe he called store security and I was going to get in trouble until he pulled down my pants and then got on his knees and started eating out my ass while giving an expert reach-around. As a straight man, I have to say he was an expert at this and he made me blow a huge load of semen in the wall within seconds. I was freaked out and scared that my wife or someone I know my see me with Screech and might think I was gay or something, so I quickly pulled up my pants and got the hell out of there - I didn’t even bother to buy the Dockers I had tried on. As I left the fitting room, I saw Screech rubbing his coarse Jew-fro against the wall and carpet to mop up my urine and semen! Screech was a real weirdo that day!
Fuck this shit
Back in 1999 Screech and Mr. Belding paid me a visit. You see I’m the owner of a large pizza franchise, and they wanted to use my model and product with a few twists. First they wanted to name it “Big Bopper’s Pizza”. I felt that was a stupid name as only people who watched SBTB could have any idea why it was named that. Second they had many ideas how to “improve” my pizza. Most of them revolving around Mr. Belding farting into the dough, or directly onto the pizza’s. Screech said he wanted to make a pizza called the Slater that would be rolled up and would taste like a burrito. When I asked him why the hell someone would come to a pizza place to eat food that tasted like it was Mexican he just yelled “Zoinks”. He then started babbling about how instead of purchasing dough and other ingredients from my supplier he had contacted the Zubaz Company who agreed to provide them. Screech said he felt customers would love knowing that their pizza came from the same company that made his shitty multicolored pants. At that point I got annoyed and asked why the hell people would care that the pizza ingredients came from a company only known for making super thin and stupid looking pants that only weightlifters, and for some reason Screech, wore. At this he yelled “Double Zoinks” and Mr. Belding also got angry and ripped out a chunk of his Jew fro and told him he was blowing it. At this I told them I didn’t think I could help them as I only franchisee in my chains name, didn’t want anyone farting on the pizza, and certainly didn’t want a franchise buying their ingredients from the fucking Zubaz company. At this Mr. Belding told Screech he’d totally blown it. He then clotheslined him and ripped off his Zubaz pants as easily as if they were made of tissue paper. He then pressed his ass to Screech’s head and farted about 5 times before ass-raping him. I have to say this scene was pretty erotic, and although I’m totally straight I did jerk off to this and ejaculated into Screech’s Jew fro. After Mr. Belding jizzed all over Screech I invited him to go for some free pizza, and left Screech laying in a heap on the floor of my office.
Big Al, Screech was such an idiot that time. He should have opened a pizza place where patrons got to eat pizza and rip ass in Screech’s face. I’m sure that thousands of people would have gladly overpaid for crappy pizza just to have the privilege of pressing their bare asses up against Screech’s face and then ripping wet farts. I know that I would have!
My great-great-great—great-great-grandfather was Rowland Hussey Macy, the founder of the Macy’s department store chain. My family is still in the company to this day. I feel compelled to respond to the post by “Turd Burglar” about Screech working for minimum wage as a fitting room attendant during the Financial Crisis 15 years ago. I want to let everyone know that Screech was not a paid employee- he received no money from us. Moreover, he never even worked for us in any official capacity. Instead, he would loiter around the fitting rooms leering through the cracks by the doors to each fitting room, hoping to catch a glimpse of a patron’s ass or dong! He was a real perv and would ask men if they needed assistance getting their dongs in a pair of pants. He also reportedly asked a few men to go with him into the alley behind the store so that he could polish their taints with his Jew-fro. We eventually had to make him leave - we called up Bayside High School and told Mr. Belding what Screech was up to. Let me tell you, Mr. Belding was not happy with Screech and gave him a good butt-slamming behind the dumpsters to teach him a lesson!
I am a Board-Certified physician who specializes in hair transplants. I’ve been researching use of stem cells to help bald men regrow scalp hair follicles in recent years. I recently came across this website while searching for gay fantasies to read while pleasuring myself and feel obligated to inform all of you of a recent breakthrough development which relates to Screech! As you all remember, Screech sported a huge poofy Jew-fro on Saved By The Bell. Mr. Belding and several other people on that show would often grab Screech’s Jew-fro like a handle while giving Screech rough anal. Screech’s Jew-fro was often ripped out at the follicles and was a frequent target for doodoo, piss, and huge loads of semen. But were you people aware that Screech initially had straight hair??? After his many, many gay lover tore out chunks of his hair while ass-raping him, Screech eventually got to the point where he has permanent bald patches on his head. He went crying to Mr. Belding, his high school principal, to complain about the abuse, but instead of comforting Screech and putting an end to it, Mr. Belding ripped ass in Screech’s face and then gave Screech rough anal of his own! Mr. Belding really gave it to Screech and then pulled out and blew a huge load of jizz all over Screech’s head and then belched in Screech’s face and laughed. However, Mr. Belding’s potent seed managed to pierce through several layers of skin on Screech’s scalp and was so powerful that it caused coarse pubic hair to sprout on Screech’s head! In fact, the curly Jew-fro you all remember was actually pubic hair grown from gallons of Mr. Belding’s semen which doused Screech’s scalp! It is amazing and shocking!
Dr. Donger, that is astounding! I’m sure Screech never even thanked Mr. Belding for keeping him from going bald. Screech’s massive Jew fro was one of his trademarks, and gave pleasure to thousands of horny truckers who used it to wipe their asses.
Last night, Corky was watching and old episode of “Name That Tune” on the Gameshow Network. Corky then came up with an idea with a new game show which would improvise on “Name That Tune” - Corky got so excited that he filled his diaper with an enormous dookie! Corky ran to A-Rod to get his diaper changed and told A-Rod about his new idea. Corky explained that a fat guy would devour food in a back room and then come out and contestants would place bets on whether they could tell what the man ate based on the smell of his farts. Corky said that a contestant might get that the contestant could determine the food eaten based on smelling three farts, whereas another contestant might bet that they could determine the good based on smelling two of the man’s farts. A-Rod replied that it was another stupid idea and questioned why anyone would go on a game show where a big fat guy farts in their face? A-Rod also pointed out that there might be health concerns if someone ripped farts in the faces of various contestants. A-Rod further notes that people watching at home like to play along with contestants, but wondered how anyone at home could possibly guess if home viewers couldn’t smell the farts. Corky got mad and said that home viewers might tell what someone ate based on what the farts sounded like. A-Rod shook his head in disdain and told Corky he was an idiot and that the only reason he put up with Corky was because of his massive ‘tard dong and perfect bubble butt. Corky was outraged at this point and kicked A-Rod in the junk to blow off some steam! As A-Rod doubled over in pain, Corky ripped off A-Rod’s pants and ass-raped him while Mr. Belding drank two 2-liters of Mountain Dew and then unleashed an epic 15-second window-rattling belch!
Gary, that is a fantastic story! Just imagine the deranged contestants they could get to be on the show. Of course Corky would be the host, and Mr. Belding would rip ass in the contestants faces. Home viewers would love watching him scarf down various junk foods then rip ass in contestants faces. I for one would tune in daily to watch a fun show. I think people right now need shows like that. Ones that are just fun and of course lovable Corky would be a fantastic host. A Rod can only think of what he likes, and can’t see the potential of any of Corky’s brilliant ideas. He just wants Corky to be his sex slave and is jealous that anything would take Corky away from him.
What’s going on losers?! Today I saw a Bentley drive past my fine hotel, Americas Best Travel Inn, and instantly realized it was A Rod, Corky, and Mr. Belding. Corky was half out the window and had his ass pressed to A Rod’s head, Mr. Belding was doing the same as he ate a massive slice of pizza, much of which seemed to be dripping all over the seat. All of a sudden I heard Mr. Belding yell “Now” and then I heard two massive farts. The car then went out of control and nearly hit the bridge support! I then watched as it pulled into the Motel 6 down the street which angered me. How could they pass the best motel in Reno and go back to the Motel 6? Especially after I spent nearly $100 in renovations!! 😡😡😡
Damn, you jive-turkey muthafuckas really need to cool it with all the fag shit - Really.. 😠
Hey everyone. I’m at the Motel 6 in Reno with my family for a well deserved vacation. Yesterday we heard some commotion as guests checked into the room next to ours. When we looked out we saw a group of about 20 men were sitting on swivel chairs looking and cheering at the room next to us. Then it started. We began hearing insanely loud farts, belches, and moaning. The TV was blaring and with each belch or fart the crowd outside would cheer! When I asked them to keep it down they told me I should consider myself lucky to be right next to “the action”. My family was terrified and I had no idea what was going on. I called the front desk and was not only told my request to be moved was denied, but that they were upping the nightly charge by $25 because we were now in a “premium” room! At this I went outside to see if maybe some celebrities were staying there. Instead I found that A Rod, Corky, and Mr. Belding were there. I peeked into their room (the door was wide open) and saw Corky railing A Rod while Mr. Belding sat on the bed and ate a giant box of Bugles. He periodically lifted his leg to rip ass right near A Rod’s face. Now I’m 100 percent hetero but this depraved scene really got my nether regions fired up. Next thing I knew I was jerking off and jizzing wildly all over their door. My wife came out to see what all the noise was and caught me. She screamed and although I tried to explain I’d been tricked in some fashion she got my kids and left! Now I’m stuck here on a swivel chair with 50 weirdos watching some sex extravaganza that involves a washed up baseball star, and obese actor, and a ‘tard who fart, belch, and buttslam each other. Although I still consider myself to be 100 percent straight I have jerked off now about 30 times.
Angie, thanks for stopping by. I understand your after Corky and Mr. Belding drove past your motel despite the extensive $100 renovation in order to stay at the Motel 6 down the street. I have a suggestion- perhaps your could commission art to commemorate Corky and Mr. B abusing A-Rod and placing the art on your property? People would stop by and then want to stay overnight in a room. For example, a statue of Corky and Mr. Belding pressing their bare asses up against A-Rod’s face would be fantastic, albeit expensive. A cheaper option would be a mural of this. A 20x20 ft mural on the side of your motel would certainly cause a buzz! Perhaps you could set up an internship with The Las Vegas Academy of the Arts to get some talented artists to paint this for you?
Bruce, what is wrong with your wife? Watching A-Rod being butt-slammed by a ‘tard with a huge dong whiles morbidly obese retired former high school principal rips nasty farts in A-Rod’s face is hot enough to melt lead! Most hetero man would do what you did - sit bare-ass naked in a semen-soaked swivel chair in the parking lot in front of A-Rod’s room while masturbating vigorously in public. Hopefully your wife comes to her senses in a couple days( after you’ve blown another 20 loads).
Smiddy, thanks for the well wishes. I think my wife is being absurd. We spoke last night and she finally offered to let me come home, but then got enraged for no reason when I told her my new swivel chair friends had invited me to a few dumpster parties and to stay until Friday. They told me I hadn’t yet seen Corky get really riled up and I found that extremely erotic. So I just told my wife I’d like to enjoy myself until Friday and would likely attend a few queer dumpster parties and jerk off a few times while watching Corky rail A Rod. Instead of appreciating my new found hobby, and my assurances I’m still 100 percent hetero, she got all mad and said she was going to a divorce attorney. I didn’t have time for that and ripped ass into the phone and hung up. I think I did the right thing as moments later Mr. Belding let loose a 19 second belch right in A Rod’s face!!
Corky recently discovered a box of old exercise DVDs which A-Rod had sitting on a shelf in his closet. Corky popped one into the DVD player and started watching Richard Simmons’ “Sweating to the Oldies.” Corky asked A-Rod if the guy on the video was related to Screech because he had a huge Jew-fro and looked like a homo like Screech. A-Rod replied that the guy on the video was Richard Simmons, but that as far as he knew, that guy was unrelated to Screech. Mr. Belding was sitting on the couch shoveling Doritos into his mouth and periodically belching and farting while Corky talked to A-Rod. Corky then said that A-Rod should come out with his own exercise video. A-Rod blushed because he assumed that Corky was complimenting him on his physique and he glad that Corky was finally showing him some affection. Corky that A-Rod’s face was turning red and then leaned toward A-Rod - A-Rod assumed that Corky was about to passionately kiss him but was unpleasantly surprised when Corky unleashed a 10-second Mountain Dew-fueled belch in A-Rod’s face! Corky then continued that in A-Rod’s exercise video, A-Rod would be working out in a room with no windows and that Corky and Mr. Belding would be sitting off to the side on beanbag chairs while stuffing their faces with deep dish pizza. A-Rod asked why Corky and Mr. Belding would be sitting down eating unhealthy food in the middle of a workout video. Corky replied that A-Rod was an idiot and that obviously instead of having music playing in the background like in the “Sweating to the Oldies” video, he and Mr. Belding would be ripping farts and belching to motivate A-Rod during the workout. A-Rod asked why watching or listening to fat people like Corky and Mr. Belding farting and belching would motivate him or anyone else watching the video. A-Rod also pointed out that the entire exercise room would reek of the stench of anus and that he would struggle to breath fresh air and might throw up. Corky then got mad at A-Rod and told him he was being a gigantic faggot who was trying to destroy Corky’s dream. Corky then ass-raped A-Rod while Mr. Belding opened a drawer on the end table next to the couch, took a huge dump into the drawer, closed the drawer, wiped his ass clean with a couch cushion, and then sat back down on the couch to eat more Doritos!
Gary, that was highly erotic and reminded me of the episodes of “My 600 pound life” where Mr. Belding and Corky ripped ass in the faces of huge fatso’s to force them to stay on their prescribed diet. I wonder what happened to that? They appeared on two episodes, then it seemed like Corky forgot about it?
Everybody in here still sucks shit.
Last night, Corky and Mr. Belding went to a comedy club with A-Rod in Miami. There was a headliner who gave jokes for 40 minutes and two warm-up acts before that, each of whom spoke for 15 minutes. Corky had a great time and laughed hysterically whenever anyone said “fuck” or “shit,” although he didn’t understand any of the jokes. Afterwards, Corky asked why there were three comedians because he thought they were only seeing one person. A-Rod relied that the guy who spoke the longest was the headliner and the other two were there just to warm up the crowd. Corky replied that he and his best buddy, Mr. Belding, could do that and ordered A-Rod to contact Hollywood and get them some gigs with comedians. Corky further states that he and Mr. Belding would sit at a table eating and would have belching and farting contests to warm up the crowd and that everyone would love this. Mr. Belding belched loudly to express his approval of Corky’s plan. A-Rod replied that it was Corky’s dumbest idea yet and questioned why anyone would want to be in a room where he and Mr. Belding would be ripping ass. A-Rod also pointed out that the room would reek of the stench of anus and that the people in the crowd would get up and leave instead of somehow being warmed up for a headline comedian. Corky got really angry at A-Rod for having a terrible attitude and then kicked A-Rod in the balls before farting in his face! Corky then pulled out his monster dong and slapped A-Rod in the face with it before raping him while Mr. Belding watched and ripped a 15-second wet fart!
Lately Mr. Belding and Corky have been running around A Rod’s house and spraying diarrhea everywhere. Today they woke up A Rod by hosing him off with some liquid shit then laughed and high fived before heading off to get some breakfast. A furious A Rod questioned Corky and said he must have a parasite or something to produce that much diarrhea. Corky said that wasn’t the case and said Mr. Belding’s doctor had prescribed them a cool drink so they could spray diarrhea everywhere. When A Rod asked what the hell he was talking about Corky said he’d prove it. He went to the fridge and got out a big jug marked “Mr. Belding” on it. Then he poured a glass and a few minutes later pulled down his sweatpants and diaper and sprayed diarrhea towards A Rod. A Rod yelled for the housekeeper and looked at the giant jug. He realized it was a medication similar to the stuff doctors gave people who were about to have a colonoscopy. A Rod yelled at Mr. Belding that it was unhealthy to drink that for no reason and his house now stank worse than normal. Mr. Belding stood up and belched in A Rod’s face before telling him his doctor had given him some before a “butt checkup” and he liked it so much he asked for more. He said his doctor gave him a prescription with tons of refills so he and Corky could clean out their colons in order to make room for more food. He said he and Corky loved spraying diarrhea and that was their new drink. He also said he was going to post it on Tik Tok and it would likely become a fad. A Rod said this was the dumbest thing ever and he couldn’t believe a doctor would give them a prescription so they could eat more garbage and shit everywhere. At this Corky grew insulted and said A Rod was attacking his best buddy. Corky then punched A Rod in the balls before ass raping him. As he did so Mr. Belding pressed his ass to A Rod’s head and went to rip one of his masterful farts. As he pushed instead of a fart an enormous diarrhea tsunami was released and coated A Rod’s head. Corky then jizzed all over A Rod, then left him in a shit and jizz covered head before heading off to eat pizza and drink more “diarrhea juice”.
Gary, A-Rod was an idiot for failing to appreciate Corky’s brilliant idea! Lots of people would show up early for a Kevin Hart stand-up act just to see an opening act of Corky and Mr. Belding stuffing their mouthes full of junk food and then repeatedly belching and farting!
Inside Man, A-Rod should have kept his trap shut. Who is he to second-guess Mr. Belding’s doctor? He deserved to be taught a lesson!
I was in my 18-wheeler hauling a lot of goods to a Wal-Mart in North Carolina. I was driving through parts of Kentucky and Tennessee when I saw numerous signs for a chain of rest area/gas station/convenience stores named “Buc-ee’s.” Has anyone ever visited one of them? They are enormous! I walked into the men’s room at a Buc-eye’s and saw a row of maybe 30 urinals as well as at least 15 bathroom stalls on the opposite wall. I was amazed at how big the men’s room was. However, as I took it all in, a bathroom attendant came up to me and pointed out his favorite urinal and assured me that it was “thirsty for my urine.” It was an odd thing to say, but things got even stranger when I noticed that he was wearing a Jew-fro wig and fruity red Zubaz pants as well as a shirt which read, “Screech #17.” He offered to walk me to a stall so that he could suck a few turds out of my colon and tongue my anus clean. I wasn’t interested what this weirdo had to say, so I slugged my in the gut and then walked over to a urinal, took a piss, and then got my in my truck to finish my delivery. I told someone at work what had happened and then I was informed that there is a group of Screech impersonators who loiter in men’s rooms at Buc-eye’s locations to try to catch a glimpse of someone taking a piss and that they also enjoy eavesdropping on strangers taking dumps and ripping ass. They aren’t even employees- they are unpaid bathroom attendants!
Last night Corky was watching a documentary on the EPCOT Center amusement park. Corky told A-Rod to contact the owners of that park because he has a great idea for a new roller coaster for EPCOT. Corky explained that passengers would get into a roller coaster car which looks like a slice of pizza. There would be a giant likeness of Mr. Belding in the path of the roller coaster and the roller coaster car would enter through Mr. Belding’s open mouth on the track and would wind down his throat and stomach, going through various accelerations and drops. After the stomach, the roller coaster cars would go down a long pathway and then exit through a hole which is supposed to be Mr. Belding’s butthole. Corky explained that the ride would teach people how the human body digests food between being eaten until turned to dookie. Corky also said that before exiting the butthole, there would be fans in the hallway blowing stinky farts into the faces of the passengers! Corky also said that the pizza-shaped roller coaster cars would transform so that they looked like pieces of doodoo before exiting the butthole on the roller coaster track! A-Rod told Corky he needed to stop talking and that Corky was obviously a demented retard for coming up with such a ridiculous idea. A-Rod pointed out that roller coaster cars cannot “transform” like was Corky suggested and said that nobody would want to ride a roller coaster if stinky farts are blown in the faces of passengers! A-Rod additionally said that EPCOT was a family park and that Disney wouldn’t want to have the likeliness of a butthole used as part of a roller coaster. A-Rod then demanded that Corky pull down his pants so A-Rod could fondle his dong as payment for wasting A-Rod’s time. Corky got mad at A-Rod and whipped him with a belt before yanking off his Yankees pants and ass-raping him while Mr. Belding lifted his leg and ripped a 20-second wet fart!!
I want corkie's cock in my asshole.
Does anyone else still fantasize about ripping stinky farts in Screech’s face? I think that it would have been cool to do this when Screech was in his crappy band. I imagine that I would be in the audience standing in front of a fan and I would rip nasty farts which would be blown in Screech’s face while he played his bass guitar.
Gary, that was a fantastic idea Corky had! Epcot is all about learning new things, and a ride through the GI tract would accomplish that while being fun! I think the farts would really make kids laugh and would also be highly erotic for the queer community. The same would go for getting ejected from a butthole at the end of the ride. I also believe it would be very simple for Disney to convert the car from looking like a slice of pizza to a giant dookie.
Hershey Stain, when Screech was in Salty the Pocketknife they encouraged people to jump on stage and rip farts as well as encouraging their queer core fans to jerk off on them as they sang songs like “Rim Goblin”. I’m saddened I personally never got to attend a live show.
I have been traveling the country and have noticed a scourge of new “Screech’s”. It seems Millennials have really taken to Screech and are showing up in dumpsters, rest stops, and truck stop bathrooms across the country. They seem to love posting their antics on Tik Tok, and numerous Queer for Screech themed accounts can be found there. Recently I was in a rest stop bathroom in Topeka Kansas. In it I found this 20 something obese black guy decked out in multicolored pants, a t shirt with a picture of hound dog on it, some suspenders, and a massive Jew fro/afro. I shook my head when I saw the guy and went to a urinal to piss. While pissing I ripped a really nice fart and moments later this weirdo was sniffing my ass, and offering to “hold my cock” while I finished pissing. I told him to get the fuck away from me, and donkey kicked him. He didn’t seem bothered by this and when I finished he offered to spritz me with some cologne and offered me a mint. I declined and got out of there. I noticed he had a tip hat out that seemed pretty empty. I’ve heard of this happening all over the country. Back in my day that young man would have been a Milo, and would have taken pleasure in sodomizing Screech while smoking crack!
You old timers needs to step aside. Your time is over and it’s time to let the new generations take over. I enjoy going to rest stops with my friends. I play a transgender Screech, and dress like Screech from the “Miss. Bayside” episode. My buddy Hobart dresses as a transgender Zach from the episode where he dresses as a woman to trick Screech. We then parade our goods around the rest stop bathroom and pick up dudes who bang us behind a dumpster. One time I’m pretty sure Hunter Biden was in the bathroom smoking crack. He banged me on top of the dumpster and told me he loved me. He then put out his crack pipe in my Jew fro! Some old timers complain that we are a disgrace to the queer for Screech scene but we are the future!
Pip, I don’t understand all of this trans nonsense spouted by you young people. When I was young, men who dressed as women were known as “cross-dressers” or “faggot,” not as “transgenders.” Also, we didn’t have transgender Screeches. We had Jew-froed Screeches who had big hook noses and were total losers, but at least they didn’t pretend to be women. We would buttslam those Screeches, spray diarrhea into their poofy Jew-froes, and rip heinous farts in their faces - this really turned us on and made jizz fly out of our erect dongs! I can’t even imagine buttslamming a Screech who is wearing a bra and panties - that is just gross!
Anus Goblin I’m with you. What’s wrong with today’s youth? We partied like real men, and wouldn’t have tolerated a tranny Screech! Now everywhere I go I’m accosted by Screech’s dressed in drag, who want to get buttslammed. It’s repulsive. They make the real Screech look like Clint Eastwood. He may have been fruity, but at least he was a fruity dude. Not a fruity dude dressed as a woman! I don’t even want to spray diarrhea on them. I fear for the gay for screech crowd when the original crowd of deranged queers let these demented weirdos take over and disgrace our good name! 😡
Early this morning, Corky woke up A-Rod to tell him that he was in love with A-Rod and that he was sorry for all of the abuse that he and his best buddy, Mr. Belding m, had inflicted on him. A-Rod hugged Corky and told him it was the happiest day of his life. Corky then started laughing and said, “Ha ha, FAGGOT! APRIL FOOLS!!!” Corky then proceeded to karate chop A-Rod in the balls! Asa-Rod doubled over in extreme pain, Mr. Belding walked into the bedroom, pulled down his sweatpants, and ripped a 15-second wet fart in A-Rod’s face, which caused A-Rod to gasp for fresh air while Corky laughed hysterically! Corky then slapped A-Rod in the face and then pulled down A-Rod’s pajamas and ass-raped him while Mr. Belding took a massive dump on A-Rod’s collection of Armani suits! Corky sure tricked A-Rod that time!
For April fool's day, corky will take his doo-doo and spread it on toast with butter & marmalade and serve a-rod breakfast in bed while pissing on his ear while belding shits in his sock drawer. The End.
Lately A Rod has been really sad. For the last few years he’s been trying to purchase a majority ownership stake in the Minnesota Timberwolves. He and his partner even built a palatial owners suite where A Rod assumed he’d be a big wig and he could show off Corky and make out with him during games. However, each year he seemed to struggle coming up with the money for the needed payment. This year he had to make one last large payment to purchase another 40 percent of the team, which would have given him 80 percent. But when the payment wasn’t made by the due date the current owner said they defaulted, said the team is no longer for sale, and banned A Rod from talking to the team executives, and from his beloved owners suite. When he explained how the current owner was trying to pull one over on him Mr. Belding lifted his leg and ripped a 12 second wet fart that made the room smell like shit. Corky giggled at this then told A Rod basketball is stupid and he only wanted to own the team so he could lurk in the locker rooms and check out the players dongs. When A Rod told Corky he had built a special suite just for he and Corky Corky told A Rod he was a huge faggot and he would never go to a basketball game. He then said if A Rod actually had any money he would own the team. But since he’s a loser he doesn’t and now won’t ever own a team. At this A Rod began crying and Corky got really annoyed and punched A Rod right in the dick, then ripped off his Yankees pants and ass raped him while Mr. Belding cheered on Corky and ripped a 7 second fart on A Rod’s head. After Corky jizzed in A Rod’s anus he and Mr. Belding left A Rod in a heap and went off to order $800 worth of Door Dash snacks.
Burrito Supreme, A-Rod really screwed up! The value of the Timberwolves is reportedly close to double what it was in 2021 when A-Rod and his co-investor entered into a contract to buy the team. A-Rod just needed to secure the financing and meet certain deadlines and he would already be sitting on hundreds of millions in gains immediately, yet he couldn’t get the financing. He deserves to have Corky slap him around and get his butthole stretched out by Corky’s enormous dong!
Hershey Stain, that story just shows that A Rod really is an imbecile. He’s known for 3 years that was the date they needed to have the money. He also knew that because he was borrowing the lender had to be approved by the NBA. Now most people would have wanted to ensure that their funding was lined up and approved months before the deadline. Not A Rod. That jackass waited till the last second, had a lender pull out because they couldn’t come to terms with the NBA, then had a week to bring in a new lender, who was never able to get into the process of getting NBA approval. Of course the current owner who has seen the valuation go from $1.5 billion to $3 billion would take advantage of them missing the deadline and A Rod should have known that. Now he has to go to arbitration where his hope of ownership hangs by the wording in a clause of the contract that may or may not allow for a small extension if NBA approval is the only holdup. In any matter in the meantime A Rod doesn’t own the team, can’t hang out in the owner suite he had built, and has no say in the teams decisions. He can go to the games and watch them. Thats it. And I’m sure that will drive him insane. Corky must truly be wondering how much money A Rod even has. It doesn’t seem like he put up much at all towards buying the team. Is it possible Corky and Mr. Belding have spent so much A Rod is headed for bankruptcy? I also agree Corky was right to teach A Rod a lesson by ass raping him. I also agree with Corky’s assessment that A Rod’s primary reason for trying to buy the team was to lurk in the locker room to try and leer at the players. I bet A Rod is crying now that he’s been banned from the locker rooms.
Fellow queers, I randomly came across this old commercial from the 1980s. This is for a lottery which benefits the “Ontario Association for the Mentally Retarded.” I wonder whether Corky’s cousins in Canada ever received any benefits from this ‘tard organization??
https://youtu.be/P5OrluLQMqE?si=zoY9jIGc951BEbGr
Dong fondler, they need to bring back associations and commercials like that. Now that we know A Rod is on the brink of insolvency Corky may soon need some cash from a program like that! Hopefully they also create an association for obese former principals as well!
Butch, Corky should create a charity entitled “The Lovable ‘Tard Association” and their logo should be an image of Corky wearing a diaper overflowing with doodoo. I know that many people would donate to a charity even if just for the novelty of it!
Corky is in a very similar situation to screeches ill-fated love affair with becky in that he also likes to fuck baby ducklings that have been dipped in buckets of liquid shit.
I stopped my big rig in Oklahoma City a couple days ago on a trip to Houston. As I neared Oklahoma City, I saw a billboard for a Saved By The Bell-themed restaurant called “The Max Retro,” so I pulled off to take a needed break and eat a meal. I had been sitting on my ass for hours and needed to get out and walk around a bit anyway. So I walked into the restaurant, I was shocked to see that the inside looked like the interior of the old “The Max” form Saved By The Bell. There were also murals on the wall of Zack, Kelly, Jessie, Hound Dog, Lisa, Ox, and Maxwell Nerdstrom. I thought it was odd that there were no murals of Screech or Belding. Anyhow, i then noticed that all of the workers in the restaurant were dressed as either Screech or Mr. Belding. A guy dressed as Screech walked up and said he was my waiter - he had a huge poofy Jew-fro wig and a large hook nose. He also wore a name tag which read, “Screech #3.” After taking me to a stool at the counter, Screech #3 asked if I wanted to order a drink, but I said I needed to look at the menu first. After I sat down on my stool, I felt something pressing against the seat of my pants and looked over and saw that my waiter was rubbing his hook nose against my ass crack! It was weird, so I farted, hoping he would get the hint and walk away. However, this perv enjoyed it, as he started convulsing on the floor in extreme pleasure while jizzing his pants! I had to get away from this weirdo, so I got up to go to the bathroom. When I entered the men’s room, I saw a mural on the wall of Screech eating out Mr. Belding’s ass! What was that all about??? Then I heard a loud ruckus coming from one of the stalls and walked over and saw that someone dressed as Mr. Belding (wearing a Mr. Belding #5 name tag) was aggressively butt-slamming someone dressed as Screech (wearing a Screech #7 name tag). It was so odd as Saved By The Bell was a kids’ show and yet there was a lot of freaky queer stuff happening at this restaurant! I turned around to leave and saw that another guy dressed as Sceeech was dressed up in a cheap tuxedo uniform and he said that he was Screech #8 and that he would be my unpaid bathroom attendant that day. I said I wasn’t interested and then took a monster piss at the urinal and then got the hell out of there - I’m pretty sure that Screech #8 was trying to catch a glimpse of my cock as I urinated. It was the single strangest restaurant experience in my entire life!
Hey everyone, I forgot to mention some of the items which were listed on the menu at The Max Retro. One of the items was pasta with “Screech’s Spaghetti Sauce.” There was nothing unusual about that one. However, there was “The Big Bopper’s Diarrhea Shake” which was some type of chocolate milkshake. There was also “The Rim Goblin Special,” which was some type of hamburger- I don’t understand why they named it that. There was also a “Screech’s Brownpipe,” which was a cut of flank steak with a hole cut in the middle and with ketchup and a white Hollandaise sauce drizzled around the hole, which are apparently supposed to represent all of the blood and semen around Screech’s torn butthole… There was also “Corky’s PB&J,” which was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which was also full of M&M’s and pixie stick powder. I don’t understand what there was a Corky sandwich since Corky wasn’t even on that show, as far as I remember… There was also a slogan at the bottom of the menu which read, “Anus is Served” along with a cartoon image of Screech eating out Mr. Belding’s ass while Zack’s Dad is butt-slamming Screech!
Diesel, that is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard of! I hope it’s not some kind of “pop up” restaurant as I will make a special trip just to go there. It truly sounds like a depraved queer who likely has lurked or posted in here opened that restaurant. Corky may not have been on the show in its original form, but he did randomly find the set and was included in New Class episodes. I doubt he was paid, but seeing him as Screech’s boss was hysterical. I wonder if the producers got away with not paying him by not putting him in the credits? At least on Life Goes On he was in the credits and got a few hot dogs and gummi bears out of it!
Barf, I don’t think it was a pop-up restaurant. As far as I could tell, it is a legit full-time restaurant, albeit a very unusual one. One of the strangest items on the menu is a “Fart Meal” listed on the dessert page. The really strange thing is that at every other restaurant I’ve ever been to, it you order a dessert, the waiter brings it out to you and you can eat out. However, the “Fart Meal” was described as the opportunity to rip a massive fart into your Screech waiter’s face! As I was walking out of the restaurant, I saw an obese patron pull down his pants, hover his bare ass about six inches from the face of his waiter, “Screech #5,” and then ripped a loud and nasty wet fart! The Screech #5 waiter has his mouth open and he pretended to chew on the fart as if he was eating it!
Diesel, how has this amazing restaurant gone unnoticed by the queer for Screech community?! What was the clientele like? I’m guessing it was mostly raging queers? Were there any families there? Was it 18+? It sounds totally deranged, and I really want to know who owns this amazing establishment. I also want to know where the employees come from. Where does one go to find a bunch of puffy headed weirdos with giant hook noses, who love being humiliated for a few bucks? This really gives me some hope the younger generation has latched on to the gay for Screech community! It pulls my heart strings that some poor ‘tards parents are super proud their son is playing Corky while getting to bully and buttslam some Screech’s!
Barf, I suppose that The Max Retro is just a hidden gem. They actually had a kids’ menu, if you can believe that, although I don’t remember seeing any kids when I was there. You raised a good point about puffy headed weirdos who enjoy being humiliated for a few bucks - the crazy thing is that the price of the “Fart Meal” was only $1.99! A regular soda was actually more expensive than that - $3.29! Even if the Screech waiter received the full cost of the “Fart Meal” as compensation, which you know he definitely wouldn’t, that waiter would need to let two different restaurant patrons fart in his face/mouth before he would have enough money to buy a soda for himself!!
A-Rod was up late last night working on his finances because he’s been so embarrassed after losing his bid to purchase the Timberwolves. A-Rod was so tired that he decided to take a nap this afternoon. Corky reminded A-Rod about the big solar eclipse happening this afternoon and said that A-Rod would miss it if he took a nap during the afternoon. A-Rod replied that he had seen other eclipses before and that he didn’t care and would rather get some rest. Corky was annoyed, but left A-Rod to sleep while he went to go watch cartoons with his best buddy, Mr. Belding. In the early evening, Corky knocked in A-Rod’s bedroom door and said to get up because the eclipse was happening now. A-Rod looked at his watch and pointed out that the eclipse must have happened hours ago. But A-Rod did note that it was awfully dark in his room, so maybe the time projections were way off. A-Rod then noticed that something smelled terrible and asked Corky why it smelled heinous in his room. Corky started laughing and then turned on the light, revealing they Mr. Belding was squatting naked over A-Rod’s head with his stinky anus positioned maybe six inches from A-Rod’s face! Mr. Belding said it was a full eclipse and also said to watch out for a solar flare as he ripped a wet fart into A-Rod’s face! Corky fell over from laughing hysterically as A-Rod complained about the abuse and said this wasn’t funny. Corky got mad that A-Rod didn’t appreciate that makeshift eclipse which he and Mr. Belding had prepared for him. Corky proceeded to judo chop A-Rod in the throat before ass-raping him while Mr. Belding ate s as entire cherry pie! Corky really taught A-Rod about astronomy today!
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