There are rumors that Screech faked his own death in 2021 in an effort to evade his creditors and that he has been living off the grid deep in the woods of the Pacific Northwest for the past several years. According to the rumors, Screech was living with a family of clan of Sasquatches until recently, when Screech was kicked out of the group for harassing the Sasquatches.
Several posters claim that bounty hunters hired by Screech's creditors have been tracking Screech for the past several months. The bounty hunters intend to trap Screech and turn him in for a reward. Will the bounty hunters employ the drop trap like the one shown below for trapping wild animals? The drop trap below has a bowl of food as bait, although one of AC Slater's old sweaty wrestling singlets might be a better bait for Screech!
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Along with geo-duck clam for him to fuckee-suckee on long time.. 🤓🐌
The bounty hunter should swipe a pair of Mr. Belding’s soiled underwear and place it in the trap. The stench of Mr. B’s Hershey stains should attract Screech to the inside of the trap.
If Screech is captured, I would like to see a reality show produced based on his life as an unpaid bathroom attendant. Watching him sniff the asses of random truckers peeing at a urinal, offering is Jew-fro as toilet paper to men taking dumps in bathroom stalls, and falling over flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water after a stranger rips a stinky fart in his face is a show I would like to watch. It would be spank-tastic!
Larry, I rarely use traps as most times humans are far too smart for something that rudimentary. Screech has avoided being captured only because his deviancy causes him to be on the constant move. Studying him I have learned that a trap might actually work in his case. He seems to have no control over his animalistic desires to sniff the underwear of Mr. Belding or other men he finds desirable. Current rumor has it that he has shacked up with another hillbilly family deep in the woods. This family is more dangerous as they make moonshine and are very against outsiders. If my source is correct Screech is there to service their penis and ass needs, as well as act as an unpaid bathroom attendant. Hopefully this lead plans out and I will let everyone know how it goes.
Goblin Hunter, I’d like to throw my hat in the ring if you catch Screech. In order to keep prices low at my Americas Best Travel Inn I cannot give you any money, but will instead give you and your employers some fine coupon books good for many Reno establishments. I would like to have Screech provide numerous services to my guests. This would add to their delightful stays, and also bring in more revenue. I could also use him as a human toilet in case there was a problem in a room. A deranged guest might pay to fart in his face, or eat a large sandwich then belch food particles into his greasy Jew fro. The possibilities are endless and I really hope we can come to an agreement.
Angie, my network would like to film a reality show about your fine one-star hotel if you do manage to get Screech to stay there. Filming an episode where Screech keeps saying “Zoinks!” every time a bed bug bites him as he tries to fall asleep would be hilarious. We also would like to film from the inside of his room while several weirdos are pressing their bare asses against the door, windows, and adjoining walls while ripping powerful stinky farts. We also want to make sure that we get video of the infamous fat guy who provides “wake up calls” which consist of him walking into rooms we’re guests are sleeping and waking them up by ripping loud farts in their faces. It would be a hit tv show, for sure!
TV Executive, that sounds like a great fit. Your audience would love to see the going on at my fine one star motel. The changes I’ve made allow for a family friendly second level, while the first level rooms are designated for more deranged adult customers. Screech would cater to that lower level crowd and would be strictly told to stay the hell away from families on the second level. Your audience will also enjoy our human “wake up call”. It has been a huge success and is fully booked most mornings. This has worked very well as he spends nights gobbling up Taco Bell and pizza, then goes from room to room ripping massive farts in our customers faces. They said his farts are some of the most heinous they have ever smelled and compare it to being woken up with smelling salts that smell like shit! He then heads to Denny’s after I pay him his cut and feasts on a grand slam breakfast. If I get Screech into the mix my revenue per lower level room will skyrocket! A reality show would just drive even more customers here which would allow for further upgrades! Goblin Hunter please capture Screech soon and bring him directly here! I have dozens of local coupon books ready for you, and am willing to cut you in on a nice percentage of what Screech helps me make!
Angie, if you are able to get Screech I just might live in a lower level room full time! I just retired from being a long haul trucker and have a nice little nest egg. I can only imagine how amazing it would be if I could eat at Denny’s for every meal, then spray diarrhea into Screech’s mouth, then wipe my ass with his Jew Fro! The cherry on top would be have a morbidly obese man rip ass in my face the next morning to wake me up! Sign me up!!!
Angie, I find it odd that you want to allow degenerate weirdos to rent motel rooms on your first floor, while having families rent rooms on your second floor. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Families will have to walk past random queers in front of first floor rooms with their pants down while ripping ass against doors and windows and/or pleasuring themselves. If those people were on the second floor, families might be able to avoid much of it.
Candy Ass, that was my initial thought also. However, the parking lot is the center of almost all deviant behavior. People heading back and forth to the Denny’s, pimps plying their trade, drugs being used and sold, as well as all kinds of deviant behavior. This being said I made the decision to isolate the families on the luxurious second floor. I believe I made the correct decision. Most of this parking lot action doesn’t begin until after most families are in their rooms for the night. If I put the weirdos on the second floor they would definitely be shitting, jizzing, and pissing over the railing. This way once families are safely ensconced on the second floor there is little to bother them. Also, my extremely successful wake up call service utilizes an obese man who couldn’t possibly walk up the two flights of outdoor stairs needed to get to the second floor. So far everything is going very well, and I’ve got nothing but rave reviews from both families and demented weirdos. Now I just need that Goblin guy to catch Screech and deliver him to my fine motel!
I’m a long-haul trucker. I drive my Kenworth big rig 18 hours a day during some weeks and my ass get extremely sweaty. The inside of my cab smells quite rank on hot summer days after I’ve stopped at a Casey’s or Pizza Hut and have filled up on pizza. I would like to get a gig at Angie’s fine motel as a wake up call guy. I am willing to work solely for meals for the time being to learn the ropes. I want to rip wet farts in the faces of the budget-conscious motel patrons who visit her fine establishment, to wake them up for the next leg of their trips. My farts are extremely pungent, so there is little need to worry about anyone accidentally sleeping through my wake-up calls.
Hey everyone, I was hiking in the woods in West Virginia over the weekend when I came across a homeless guy in the woods. He had a huge greasy Jew-fro and appeared to be very malnourished. He begged me for something to eat, so I pulled down my pants a ripped a nasty fart on his face. The fart felt quite wet, so it probably quenched his hunger and thirst! The guy kind of looked like Screech, but I can’t be certain…
I was the webmaster for Screech’s website, www.dustindiamond.com , from 2001-2008. I was taking night school classes in website design at Devry at the time. Screech had me program the webpages on his 1995 Gateway computer running Windows 95. Screech also connected to the Internet with a 14.4 kbps modem, so updating the web pages often took a long time! Screech enjoyed reading the comments in the guestbook of his website and would steal jokes to use for his own standup comedy act. I also caught him pleasuring himself a couple times when I came back from lunch and he was reading queer fantasies written about him in the guestbook! Screech would often complain about how expensive everything was and how sad he was that he wasn’t being cast in big movies, as he thought he was a great actor for some weird reason. I remember him saying that if things ever got bad enough, he would go live in the woods he escape from the people to whom he owed money. Thinking about this makes me wonder whether he really did fake his own death.
Bruce, that is one amazing story! Was this an unpaid job? Screech was a real cheapskate and rarely had any money post SBTB. I was a huge fan of that guestbook and spanked my dong to many of the amazingly erotic posts, almost of all of which were related to people wanting to schedule a time to buttslam Screech, or take a dump in his Jew fro!
Crotch, it was a pro bono-type of internship. DeVry had a program where you could earn extra credits if you assisted local businesses or people with web sites, but the people you helped had to fill out an evaluation form in order for you to receive the credit. I did put some effort into creating Screech's website, although his crappy computer and slow Internet connection limited what could be done with the website. I was a fan of Saved By The Bell and did get some signed memorabilia out of it, although I never did course credit because Screech never filled out my evaluation! I reminded that lazy bum a bunch of times, but he never filled it out. I did swipe a few pairs of his Zubaz as compensation and sold them on eBay 15 years ago. Eventually I stopped helping Screech with his website in 2008 and it quickly became overrrun with spam. It was a shame, as there was quite a bit of hot spank material on there buried within a sea of poker spam.
Bruce, that is an amazing story! The site you helped create provided spank material for legions of Screech’s queer fans! It really sucks after all that work that loser didn’t even fill out the forms needed for you to get credit. We never realized that Screech put that site up so he could jerk off to posts from the “Remember When” guy. None of the posts were flattering, and almost all of them were very negative regarding Screech. It’s funny he found them erotic. It’s no surprise once you left his site turned to shit with non stop poker spam, before it eventually broke entirely. I’d always assumed the computer that ran it was an early 90’s Packard Bell 386, but love knowing it was actually a mid 90’s Gateway. Was it full of viruses and get porn when you began building his website? Also, did Screech ever sexually harass you? Thanks for all this new info!
Screech may have had an early 90s Packard Bell at some point. However, when I helped him out, he had me use a Gateway desktop which was probably from 1994 or 1995. It was a slow computer and anytime I used it, the hard drive was really noisy as it kept accessing or moving data from various sectors. I’m pretty sure that the hard drive was like 150 MB or something like that.
There definitely were annoying popup windows which would open whenever you opened the Netscape browser! I asked Screech about it and he claimed that happened from reading news articles. However, the pop up ads were for porn-related items (mostly gay porn) and for some type of “gay chubby dating” website or forum.
I actually met Mr. Belding one time when he stopped by Screech’s apartment while I was there working on the website in the main room. Screech said that they were going to reminisce in the other room (Screech’s bedroom). When they went into there, I heard Mr. Belding talking and it sounded like Screech ear or munching on candy. At least that is what I thought until I heard a door-rattling fart followed by Screech uttering “Zoinks!” and then it sounded like Screech was flopping around on the ground! Obviously, something weird was going on in there, possibly Screech munching on Mr. Belding's butthole! An awful stench soon started emanating into the room where I was sitting. I grabbed a pair of Screech’s Zubaz which were hanging off the side of his sofa and then got up and left as I wanted nothing to do with whatever disgusting things they were doing to each other.
I was pleasuring myself while watching one of the infamous adult-themed episodes of Saved By The Bell last night. It was one of the episodes which only airs late at night on the Spice channel or Cinemax. In it, Lisa Turtle, Slater and Zack walk with Screech to Screech’s house to study after their Zack Attack band practice. When they walk in the door, they catch Mr. Belding have sex with Screech’s mom, Mrs. Powers. Screech utters “Zoinks,” and then Lisa takes off her clothes and starts dyking out with Mrs. Powers, eating out each other’s smelly cooches. Screech complained that Lisa constantly rejected him, but was willing have lesbo sex with his 50-year-old mother? Zack told Screech to shut up and then belted him in the stomach. Mr. Belding walked over, still bare-ass naked, and said Screech was going to pay for interrupting his sex session with Mrs. Powers. Mr. Belding yanked off Screech’s Zubaz and started butt-slamming Screech while Zack and Slater laughed and called Screech a faggot! Screech begged Zack for help and pointed out that Zack is his best friend. Zack replied that he would help, but then suddenly pulled down his pants, pressed his bare ass against Screech’s face, and ripped a fart. Slater then followed suit, such that Zack’s bare ass was pressed against the left side of Screech’s face and Slater’s bare ass was pressed against the right side of Screech’s face as they each ripped a series of stinky farts in Screech’s face while Mr. Belding continued butt-slamming Screech! It was a spank-tastic episode, as this scene went on for at least five more minutes like this.
This weekend I spent hours scouring the Appalachian Trail in Virginia where numerous Screech sightings have occurred. He has been spotted at many trail side outhouses working as an “unpaid bathroom attendant”. It seems this deranged weirdo is trying to make a few bucks the only way he knows how. He mans an outhouse and sets up a little tip hat. Then he accosts hikers offering them mints, or cologne spritz’s. I’ve heard stories of him assaulting some campers by sticking his hook nose in their asses after they rip farts or spray diarrhea. Tales of this are now rampant up and down this stretch of the trail. Hikers are really upset as Screech looks rough, and I’m told he smells like an unwashed anus. He is missing giant chunks of his Jew fro, and some of it is singed as if it caught on fire. He is badly sunburned and his Zubaz are completely soiled. I have called in other employees and we are staking out a number of Outhouses further up the trail. I will report back if we have any further progress.
Goblin Hunter, I heard a rumor that Screech has been hiding in the toilet pit under an outhouse toilet seat. Apparently someone was going diarrhea while sitting on the seat and then heard someone moan and say “Zoinks.” Could that have been Screech, or just some other weirdo?
Hi everyone. I was hiking the Appalachian trail with my family over the Fourth of July weekend. We were having a great day until we stopped at a rudimentary rest area to have a picnic. I really had to use the bathroom and when I found the outhouse there was a really weird looking guy standing there. He smelled like crap and had a greasy Jew fro that had leaves and twigs in it. Chunks of it were also missing and were singed. He bowed as I approached and said he would be helping me “do my business” then opened the door. As I entered he spritzed some foul smelling cologne in order to try and mask the smell of the outhouse. This only made things smell worse. Then I closed the door and sat down. I immediately started ripping ass and spraying diarrhea. Moments later the door flew open and this deranged mongrel entered and said it sounded like I was taking a masterful dump and he was there to assist me. He then bent me over and began tounging my butthole while I ripped more farts. He moaned in delight until I was fully cleaned. He then offered me some mints and a small bottle of old spice cologne. I told him to get away from me and he then held out a little tip hat. I told him I had no change as I was hiking and everything was in my pack. He seemed sad at this and asked if I could fart in his mouth as he was hungry. I obliged and as I farted he fell over moaning and then flopped around on the ground like a deranged weirdo. I then went back to my family and got the heck out of there. Goblin Hunter I really hope you track this guy down!
I'm not gay or anything like that, but I must admit that I have fantasized about ripping farts into Screech's face and having him tongue my butthole for a couple decades now. I am married to a beautiful woman, but I don't feel comfortable farting in her face or asking her to clean my stinky butthole with her tongue. I asked a previous girlfriend to do this years before I ever met my wife and suffice it to say, she refused and seemed disgusted that I even asked. I was hurt by her attitude and never asked anyone to ever do this again. However, with the rumors of Screech faking his own death, I am intrigued about the possibility of busting ass in his face, maybe even spraying diarrhea, and then having him lick me clean and then give me some breath mints and cologne spritzes. I would definitely leave him a generous tip of a couple quarters to make him feel good afterwards. So if anyone does think they see Screech, please continue posting stories about your sightings here.
I have a friend who attended a Baltimore Orioles baseball game a few weeks ago. He claims that when he was driving out of the stadium parking lot, he was stopped by a bum who sprayed some type of cleaner onto his windshield and then started wiping it off with a rag, making his windshield dirtier in the process. He said that the guy smelled like an anus and had a huge fro which had missing patches on it. He was shocked that this guy appeared to be white or Jewish. The guy came over to my friend’s car window and begged for change, but my friend gave him the finger and drove off! Is it possible that Screech has been working as an unpaid squeegee man in the Baltimore area, in addition to being an unpaid bathroom attendant?
Has anyone here seen all of the episodes from The New Class? Apparently there is an episode in which Screech mentions that Belding “insists on facials”! I saw this comment in a Reddit thread:
“Haskins himself said at a Q&A I attended years ago that at times the writing of he and Screech felt borderline homoerotic. There's even a joke (made by Screech) about Mr. B "insisting on facials" in the episode with Robin (Katie's sister). “
Anybody need fuckee suckee bang bang?... I give good ling-ling.
I watched the episode of Saved By The Bell: The New Class last night where Screech and Belding ride a tandem bike through the streets of Paris. In the extended version of the episode on the Blu-Ray for the show, there is a scene where Screech rents the bike from Mr. Horton’s bicycle shop in Paris! After being released from prison for his illicit relationship with Dudley, Mr. Horton moved to Paris to evade sexual predator lists. Screech ended up returning the tandem bike 15 minutes late and Mr. Horton butt-slammed Screech as punishment while Mr. Belding laughed hysterically and then ate a huge eclair.
Mack, that was one erotic episode! Screech should have known there would be a penalty for turning the bike in late! Instead, he claimed to have no money to pay the late fee because his bike shorts had no pockets. Screech really thought he’d pulled one over on Mr. Horton, until Mr. Horton ripped off Screech’s shoddy Zubaz bike shorts and ass-raped him! I loved how Mr. Belding laughed and stuffed his face, and if you looked really closely for about 3 seconds you could see Dudley jerking off in the corner!
Last night, Corky was watching an episode of "Saved By The Bell" when he wondered who would win a "Stinkiest Fart Contest" among the members of the cast. Corky turned to A-Rod, who was reading the sports section of USA Today, and asked whether Slater or Mr. Belding had stinkier farts. A-Rod asked how the hell he would know and said that he wasn't on that show and had never met the guy who played Slater. Corky responded by pointing out that Slater is Mexican, like A-Rod, so he thought A-Rod would know. A-Rod rolled his eyes and pointed out, yet again, that he isn't Mexican and even if he was, why would that mean he would know what Slater's farts smell like? Corky got mad and said A-Rod was a jerk. Corky punched A-Rod in the balls, causing A-Rod to double over in pain. Mr. Belding then dropped his pants and ripped an enormous fart in A-Rod's face, after which Corky started laughing and said, "How does that smell?" Corky proceeded to yank off A-Rod's pants and brutally butt-slam A-Rod to teach him a lesson!
Chapped, there is a different extended episode from the season in which Screech and Belding worked during the summer at a country club for minimum wage. Mr. Brown, the guy who kidnapped Sam on Diff’rent Strokes, showed up and was sitting on a pool chair next to Mr. Belding in the episode where a topless Mr. Belding asked Screech to give him a sensual massage while rubbing suntan lotion into his skin. As you might recall, Screech screwed up and massaged ranch salad dressing into Belding’s skin. After Belding called Screech an idiot and then stormed off to the showers, Mr. Brown told Screech he could use a massage of his own and said he would appreciate it, unlike Mr. Belding. Screech said “Zoinks” and said he would give him a massage and then walked over to Mr. Brown. As Screech walked over, Mr. Brown removed his swim trunks and threw them into the pool. A bewildered Screech asked what was going on, and Mr. Brown says he was waiting for that massage. Screech said he’d rather not and then turned to leave. Mr. Brown grabbed Screech by the neck and shoved Screech’s head next to his bare ass and then expelled a smelly 11-second fart! Mr. Brown then threw Screech onto a pool chair and squatted over Screech’s face and took a huge dump. Mr. Belding walked back from the showers as this was happening and was relieved because he assumed that Mr. Belding would save him when he saw what was happening. However, when Mr. Belding saw Mr. Brown using Screech’s face as a toilet, he started laughing hysterically and walked over and farted in Screech’s face. Mr. Belding then sat down and stuffed his face with pie while Mr. Brown farted in Screech’s face a couple more times before smacking Screech in the face with a kick board and then sodomizing Screech’s anus with a pool pole!
Mack, you really have to love how the producers, although lazy with the writing, went through the effort to set up spanktastic scenes for deranged homosexuals. Bringing back an entire menagerie of stars from many “special episodes” really made things spicy! Just them knowing the salad dressing massage scene wasn’t erotic enough they introduced lovable Mr. Brown. I remember watching that scene and wondering how a former kidnapper had become a member of such a prestigious Country Club. One that would allow an employee to sunbathe while his goblin like assistant rubbed him down pool side! Mr. Brown really knew how teach Screech a good lesson in proper service, and I wish he had been in more episodes. If I recall, during that scene Frank Bonner who played the Club President could be scene in some bushes furiously masturbating.
Chapped, there was another unreleased episode on the Blu-Ray for The New Class. In it, Mr. Belvedere and Wesley were guests at the country club for the week. Mr. Belvedere took Wesley on a vacation to celebrate his 18th birthday and their five year anniversary as lovers. There was one scene where Screech walked into the locker room and ran into Mr. Belvedere butt-slamming Wesley in the showers! Screech saw that Mr. Belvedere was giving Wesley a nice reach-around during this and ran out to find Mr. Belding. Screech returned with Mr. Belding while Belvedere was still anally pounding Wesley. Screech told Mr. Belding to look at how Mr. Belvedere was giving a sensual reach-around to Wesley and said that Mr. Belding should do the same thing the next time he and Belding made love. Mr. Belding replied that he would never touch Screech’s tiny dong unless he was stomping on it with his foot! Mr. Belding also pointed out that he follows “prison rules” on sex and that he was completely straight even though Screech was a demented faggot! Mr. Belding then said that Screech was a weirdo queer to making him watch Belvedere and Wesley having gay sex. Belding then punched Screech in the chest and then grabbed Screech by the Jew-fro and pressed Screech’s face up against Belvedere’s fat sweaty ass as Belvedere continued butt-slamming Wesley. Belvedere ripped a loud fart in Screech’s face, causing Mr. Belding to laugh loudly! Mr. Belding then pulled down Screech’s Zubaz and viciously ass-raped Screech!
It’s amazing how much additional footage was shot back in the day. Even entire episodes that I’m guessing were planned for the Spice Channel. I recently watched a Blu-Ray episode of The New Class where Screech and everyone else went to a dude ranch. This was a special episode that I hadn’t see before and never aired on NBC. In it the main cowboys were riding horses and taking the guests out for rides. Then they showed that Mr. Horton was there and was running a little stall and giving pony rides. When everyone went off to ride horses they told Screech since he’d never been horseback riding before he needed to train on a pony. Screech tried complaining that Mr. Belding had never ridden a horse before. This annoyed Mr. Belding who turned his horse so its ass was aimed at Screech’s face. It then lifted its tail and ripped a giant horse fart in Screech’s face. The laugh track roared at this, then everyone rode off. A dejected Screech went over to find Mr. Horton and his pony rides and told Mr. Horton he needed to learn to ride a pony. Mr. Horton told him that he and Dudley would get Screech up and riding in no time. He then slugged Screech in the gut and forced a handful of pills into his mouth. When the rest of the gang returned from their horseback ride they saw Screech was nude, in the pony corral, and Dudley was riding him around the corral while Mr. Horton vigorously masterbated! Everyone laughed and Mr. Belding got off his horse and ran over so he could fart in Screech’s face and high five Dudley!
Tex, I always enjoyed the episodes where wild animals would fart in Screech’s face. It’s as if they instinctively knew that Screech was really annoying and wanted to teach him a lesson. I liked the beginning of the oil spill episode where Becky the duck flew over Screech and took a massive dump into Screech’s Jew-fro. I also recall Hound Dog waking up Screech by jumping into Screech’s bed and then pissing and shitting into Screech’s fro!
I have seen that horse episode and always laugh when Mr. Horton shoves handfuls of pills into Screech’s mouth. It is crazy that a scene like that was included in a show for kids, but the laugh track roared during that scene. It amazes me that Screech was so willing to degrade himself to receive his SBTB paychecks and then squandered his acting fortune on stupid crap instead of investing the money and setting himself up for the rest of his life.
Does anyone know if Mr. Belding happened to be at the British Open yesterday? This magnificent fart had to have come from a true farting champion.
https://nypost.com/2025/07/17/sports/fan-rips-fart-during-scottie-scheffler-british-open-shot/
Fart Fanatic, there’s no way in hell that was a Mr. Belding my fart. If Mr. Belding had ripped one of his trademark farts, it would have been much louder and would have approached ten seconds, if not longer!
Belding Superfan, I’d have to agree with you. I was thinking that Mr. Belding was being courteous and tried to hold back one of his monster farts in order to not disrupt the shot. Now that I think about it that isn’t his style. I’m sure he’d be chowing down on hot dogs and Pizza, and I can’t see he or Corky wanting to watch golf unless given a golf cart to ride around in. I still found that fart impressive and hope the true culprit takes ownership of it. That person may have a future competing in the pepperoni fart circuit!
Fart Fanatic, do you remember the episode of SBTB: The New Class where Screech and Belding played mini-golf? Screech was winning at one point and kept bragging about it, annoying Belding. So Belding started intentionally farted while Screech was about to swing, to try to make Screech miss his shot. The entire mini golf course began to reek of the stench of anus after awhile. At one point, Mr. Belding accidentally shot his pants while pushing out a huge fart. He went into a bathroom to change his underwear - he usually brought an extra pair just in case something like this happened. When he returned, he threw his soiled underwear on Screech’s face! Belding then wrapped the soiled underwear around Screech’s face, with his dookie stains positioned right over Screech’s enormous hook nose! Belding then ass-slammed Screech while continuing to strangle him. That is how Belding behaves on the golf field!
Belding just needs to stop getting fucked in the ass so much by the mexican cabana boys, especially the one they call "El Hefe"..
We’ve all heard about belching contests and the occasional farting contests. I would very much like to see a pants shitting contest where contests are judged based on a combination of how big of dookie stains they leave on their pants, the stench level, and the moisture level of the dookie stains. Obviously, someone capable of expelling wet farts/diarrhea at will has a huge advantage. I think that Mr. Belding would be a champ at this discipline as he has a reputation for crapping his pants dating back to his time as principal at Bayside High School. I remember seeing an episode where Mr. Belding pulled off his pants and then intentionally went diarrhea in his underwear before removing them and telling Screech to take them to a laundromat for cleaning. Screech uttered “Zoinks!” and started to run around to go through the door when Mr. Belding grabbed Screech’s neck and then used Screech’s Brillo-like Jew-fro to wipe his ass clean. It was a classic homoerotic episode!
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