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    01st May 2004 - 06:13:01 PM    
7302 : nazi_killa
you lot are sick fuckers and you will rot in hell, read the bible and the books left out before you start with this shit


    01st May 2004 - 06:14:43 PM    
7303 : nazi_killa
http://www.ogrish.com/view_attachment.php?id=17782


    01st May 2004 - 06:34:46 PM    
7304 :
screech is a dirty jew


    01st May 2004 - 06:40:56 PM    
7305 : solomon
what the fuck is this site about? Is it for real? I know some guy that use to hang out with dustin in california and he said dustin is a loser that cant get girls. Because hes a dirty jew! Theyre not the chosen race theyre liars and jesus was not a jew jews arent israelites theyre khazzars from asia theyre fake!White people are true israelites so fuck dustin and his jew dad and fuck ariel sharon and the rest of the fake israelites may they all burn in hell. Have a nice day


    01st May 2004 - 10:48:02 PM    
7306 : Fecal Matters
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    02nd May 2004 - 01:00:31 AM    
7307 :
I want to die and explode.


    02nd May 2004 - 03:26:24 AM    
7308 : solomon
we should kick every dirty jew out of our country like dustin and all the traitors like GW Bush. I dont mean kill them just kick them out and stop funding israels terrorist ass because killing them would bring us to their level and i wouldnt want to be on the same level as a dirty ass jew like dustin diamond.


    02nd May 2004 - 03:36:45 AM    
7309 : solomon
most of the dirty ass jews arent even practicing jews they are mostly athiests and once a year jews plus there isnt a so called jewish race thats a bunch of nonesense. Most people who clame to be jews are from a khazzar turkish decent mixed with asian mongrol blood they arent israelites who were the real chosen people not jews! Jews killed jesus! They came to jerusalem after the true israelites had left or been taken into captivity the so called jews were the people that the babalonians made live in jerusalem after the israelites had left only a few israelites came back and most didnt even live in jerusalem they lived in the outskirts like in galalee which is where jesus lived. plus the people who lived in jerusalem where called judeans not jews jew is a made up word. theyre all full of shit and lies they arent the chosen people they hate jesus! their religion isnt the same that the true israelites practiced before jesus came and since the true israelites followed jesus they were the first christians


    02nd May 2004 - 06:21:33 AM    
7310 : Jew-Lee Andrews
Solomon, I want to ram my shit-covered cock up your juicy rump-hole and then suck your balls raw, you big-city bad-boy bitchass buttfuck!!!!! I will cut a swastika into your nazi ass and then fill the borders in with a generous helping of my creamy man-juice... You like???!!!! I'm not kidding - I REALLY WANT TO FUCK YOU UP YOUR SMELLY SHITPIPE, YOU BURNING HUNK OF SEXY MAN-MEAT, YOU!!!!!!!! FUCK ME NOW, ASSBOY!!!!!!!


    02nd May 2004 - 06:28:43 AM    
7311 : An No Nym
Screw this site man


    02nd May 2004 - 08:53:00 AM    
7312 : melany
hey i love saved by the bell and zackery morris ( mark paul gosselaar )


    02nd May 2004 - 12:36:49 PM    
7313 : JESUS WAS A JEW
Soloman
You are the gayest faggot on earth.

JESUS WAS A CUM JUGGING SPERM JUNKIE! FUCK HIS GAY DEAD ASS!!!


    02nd May 2004 - 12:42:51 PM    
7314 : Jack Valenti
http://www.deicide.com/gallery/glen/images/christurd.jpg
JESUS WAS A CUM JUGGING SPERM JUNKIE! FUCK HIS GAY DEAD ASS!!!


    02nd May 2004 - 01:27:13 PM    
7315 : Kurt Steinberg
Diamond,

I just watched the "Murder Mystery" episode on the new DVD with your commentary tracks - did it really hurt when Jessie slapped you hard? That gave me an idea - have you ever received a "mushroom tattoo" from some dude? We need to hook up and I'll smack you in the face with my ding-dong, leaving the imprint on my wang on you for all to see!!!

- Kurt Steinberg


    02nd May 2004 - 04:36:09 PM    
7316 : Mr. Peter Pringle, of Scummerville, PA
Hello everyone here. This is such a great site and trully worth visiting as I do so very often. I've been thinking of joining a new group. Anyone here a member??? PLEASE let me know. It looks most exciting. I know that at one time Dustin was a slave member AND I WANT TO BE THAT TOO! HERE is the info I just found. PLEASE let me know. thanks, shitheads, PETER.........................



The pledges are marched into the torture chamber, being forced to skip as high as possible to "March of the Chocolate Soldier", an embarrassing experience in itself, and then down to the damp, dark and nasty basement over piles of dog turds and past walls dripping with sperm and vagina smears. They are lined up along the wall opposite uncomfortable chairs made of hickory wood and thorns, that have been arranged to face them, and they are told to "prepare their assholes for a serious exam" on a strip of cardboard boxes just sitting there like some Xmas tree left-overs. The lights are turned off, except for those pointed directly
at the pledges, little spotlight trained upon the flacid sex organs, some beginning to perk up and look happy, and the Ranch hands take seats to watch the
beginning of the ritual that marks the opening of pledge
week, accompanied by much laughter at the pledge-boys trying to tongue-fuck each other, do the "Skip the weed" game, and hold more than 25 ice cubes up each of their butt-holes while running in a large dark circle. "Shit, I like to see these fuckers put through their worst sex nightmares", said one Ranch hand named Pig-fart.
The lead Master with his golden locks and shaved scrotum, the membership chairman known as "Mimoo-Chocha, and the pledge master take turns addressing the pledges. The pledges are reminded repeatedly of the meaning of brotherhood
and their duty to give completely of themselves, without
boudaries, without giving a shit what will happen next even though they may be circumcized again and again with little pinking shears or with nail clippers, in order to prove their worth to be initiated into membership of the MJ Neverdowell Ranch, the following weekend. Among many other things, brothers are always loyal to one another's arm pits and never
hide any cum sauce from their assholes or from one another including the toilet paper during one of those massive colonic celebrations when garden hoses are used for enema purposes and gin and tonics are poured into the waiting enema bags.
And so, in order to get things started properly and off to a very amusing start--and in
order to impress upon them how completely and entirely
they must give themselves over to the house and the
ranch hands desires--the pledges are required to get out of
their little panties, while holding both hands over their heads. Hesitation is perceived, somewhat more than observed with not just a few pledges releasing urine into their panties with some of the yellow drips running down their legs and onto the turd-covered floor, and the pledges are again reminded that
they have nothing to hide from those whom they would call
"Shaft-buckets" or "Big Man IN" or even names like "Little Fly-by-night TURD". There are no fancy boys (those flaming little fags found only in Dustin's kitchen and around his bed during the sucking sessions) in attendance; there should
be no problem undressing in front of those Masters with whom they
will share all the filthy and sinful intimacies of THE DORM OF THE CULI, as
they live and love together, sharing their lube bottles and vaseline jars along with making of gallons of poppers and snort, in the close confines of the bunk house; and
if they have any reservations about submitting themselves
totally to their brothers, they do not deserve to complete
the rituals of torture, castration, skipping rope, dwarfing, ball cruntching, etc.. At last the pledges undress, quietly and quickly while a few Masters attack them with bull-whips and lances, some boys so nervous they fall over on their butts and are immediately stabbed in the groin. Their ruined clothing is collected, sorted
into  tubs of sulphuric acid, then whisked out of sight by the slaves of Madre Loki, those having been flown in for the event from Hawaii. The smell of lust and desecration fills the air.
The pledges, now naked, are addressed by some of the other
Masters, those dressed in long flowing gown with lillies in their hair and the clods of dirt within their pubic hair, probably from various sex-picnics at the pic trough.. These young boys stand at attention and listen to such outbursts as "Well, you little asswipes, YOU think you're going to get a fresh start with MY asshole and those silly little tongues of yours?  When I'm through with you, you'll all look like you've been dragged through the sewage system and backwards."   They are given a wholly inadequate preview of the events of the upcoming week, but none of it matters
except for the fact that they must all stand naked and
at attention, until, for whatever irrelevant reason, one
of them begins to show an erection, one stretched to its limits. He is congratulated
for being the first to prove that he is not ashamed of
his body in the presence of his Masters who stroke his rod furiously then tie it up, surrounding its head and shaft with wet, drying noodles, and at this
point the pledges are told some of the more unusual rules and contests
for the coming week, such as "The Donkey Piss Contest". Most pertinent, for the moment, is that they are expected to sleep nude all week out in the snow, to wear no underwear until after they are initiated, and to wear
no  clothing at any time while they are
in the ranch or bunk house or near THE KING OF ROCKS AND ROLLS.
Several of the pledges show arousal by this point,
and all the pledges are called front and center, one
at a time, to have their cocks measured. Those who are
already erect are taken first, which fosters sympathetic
erections in some of the others.Those boys with no or minimal erections are tied to the wall, while Masters beat the cocks into "attention".  One can hear the tears of remorse for miles.  The rest are informed
that they need to be measured before the ritual may
continue, and that they must do whatever is necessary
to help the process along, even if that means being chewed upon by MJ's rottweiler puppies. Each pledge's measurement
is recorded with crayons and lipstick on a large slab of poster
board, with several columns left for future measurements and for "Torture endurance at its best" results. Finally, the pledges are blindfolded.  Over the blindfolds are wrapped large amounts of duct tape. They are told that
this is necessary for the ritual, which must take place
in the ROOM OF HORROR, which they are by no means permitted
to see until they are initiated as full members in good
standing. They are also instructed that, as mere pledges,
they are not permitted to speak, sing any of the KING's songs or fart while in the shower, inside the ROOM OF HORROR,
at any time--save for repeating the litany of the blood-oath
of passion and thirst, of romance and smells. Once blindfolded, the pledges
are given vodka shots down the throats and up the asses with large tubing  They must toast their loyalty to the "Stains on the Wall" and the "Writings on the Toilet Seats".
Naked and blindfolded, bleeding and in love with the event and with that penis connected to the guy behind each one, trying to enter a hungry hold, the pledges are taken, via
an arduous and confusing route (as much as possible within
the close confines of the bunk house) to the ROOM OF TORTURE up in
the attic. They cannot see it, of course, but blackout
curtains cover the windows, and the room is lit only
by candles. Yet they can smell the candles and will
feel their heat whenever they pass close by and when the wax is poured over their pricks and nuts, during the course of the ritual. The pledges are left
standing at the back of the room, by the stairway,
for the moment, as the brothers take their ordained
places and begin to chant and dance around like a pack of lunatics at the Xmas Tree Celebration in the White House, singing "Bring on the Crisco, and Bring on the Boys".
The pledges are called forward, one by one, in
alphabetical order. Each is assigned two big and very nasty slave-masters,
who are  named 493770002789723, which must be remembered by the slaves or they are whipped for hours, but who will identify themselves
to him in the coming days only as "Betty" and "Virginia". The big brothers stand
beside the pledge/slave, who is gagged and commanded to
keep silent, "no groans or whimpers or YOU DIE" and submit to what must be done. The procedure is not announced, so that each succeeding
pledge will not know what is happening to his body--only that
it is something deemed to be an important secret, with obvious pain and permanent stains, holes and smears. The
big Masters then proceed to take a semen sample from
each pledge, jacking him off into a test tube, which
is carefully labeled and set aside for drinking (though the pledges
do not know this). Even if the pledge fails to keep
silent during this ordeal, it is never forgiven, so long
ass so (hey, did someone write this true story when stoned or just fucked on the opiate drinks given to the slaves?) that the remaining pledges will be all
the more apprehensive, when it is their turn.
When all the pledges have yielded their jizz samples, they
are formed into a circle, in a deliberately random order then told to bend over for an anal inspection with the darkest and dirtiest hole given an immediate enema of hot coffee or cocoa, with the inner globs allowed to shoot out on the other slave-boys.
"We have taken your measure, turds," the lead master solemnly
informs them, "and now you must take the sacred oaths
of pride and devotion and love and panic: "Now repeat those four words after me or you will again be fucked silly". "You stand in a circle. To your
right is one of your power-masters; you do not know which
it is but you may call him "Betty" or even "Judy", for that is of no importance. To your left is another of your masters, and you call him "Cindy" or "Candy Cane"; you do not know which it is, for that is of no importance to us and your rewards will be those of severe branding and catheter insertions. The Big Boy to your right
represents all of your Mastlers, little turds; the Big Boy to your
left also represents all of your Gods of the Bedroom and Bath. As you take
the oaths with each other, you share the oaths with each
and every one of your fellow shit-boys."
The slaves are reminded that they must say or do nothing
that might reveal their own identity to either of their
neighbors. Then they are instructed to reach to the
right, to find the penis of this Master, even if that cock is covered with feces and piss, to take hold of it, firmly and confidently, stroking it and attempting to make it rock-hard in case this Masters wishes to bend his slave and fuck him at that moment--for there is no shame in what must be done to sanctify the filth on the floor, and the jizz dripping from the walls and the ceiling--and to lift
the Master's penis to point upward as if the cock was smiling upon the event. Then they must reach to the left, just below the hand that is holding that Master's penis,
and similarly, but gently, grasp that Master's testicles.
The link produced around the entirety of the circle, is
a double "Fudge-packers Circle" if there are an even number of slaves;
a "Moebius" "Jerkie-Benders Phallus", if an odd number. (The odd number
is slightly preferred, but, because it cannot have been
guaranteed how many of the bids would be accepted that
night, this cannot be controlled but guarentees that someone will be gang raped before the night is out.) The shit-boys are then
informed that what they are doing is nothing sexual, with the cocks rock-hard and ready for action, oozing pre-cum, but
merely the most fundamental symbol of the depth of
their mutual perversions, their need to suck cock and get fucked until their butt-holes would sing Xmas carols, in one another, which forges an
inseparable swollen gland here and there. Laughter usually accompanies all of this.
The oaths are a so much bullshit, but the slaves know no better and think this is for real, when in fact it's just an excuse to get their panties down and their bodies prepared for some serious and much needed Master Sex. One or more of the Masters
recites a line such as "Winkie Willy, Plop odor lim dim" or even the more famous "Yikes little Tykes, We'll get fuckered on our bikes"; and the pledges must repeat it in full voice, trying to singing it to the tune of "Over the Rainbow and through the Woods". This is the only time that they can grab another cocks or balls or even put their fists into another asshole, in
the  room, until after their torture sessions, which go on for over a year. They
must never release their grasps on their neighbors'
genitals until the bullshit is completed, and it lasts
for quite some time depending upon the moods and amusements of the Masters and attendants. A candle is lit for each
line of the oath, but it is quite a while before even
the most astute of the pledges realize this, with the candle wax then being poured over the balls of every slave.
In the darkness, the circle is broken and anal canals are entered while chests are massaged and pricks stroked to orgasm, and the brothers
come forward for the ritual of Madre Loki, as written down by Dustin Diamond according to the wishes of GOD, THE TRUE KING OF ROCKS OFF. The pledges
are accepted by the Masters with a kiss from each of the
pet rattle snakes. And with the snake-kiss or vicious bite comes a touch somewhere
upon the pledge's naked body preferably UNDER the nuts between the scrotum and the anal opening. Even the brothers do not know where others choose to touch the slaves, for this
part of the ritual is only performed in utter darkness and using sharp knives, probes, kitchen spoons, garden hoses, electric cattle prods, metal enema tubes, etc..
They can only remember where it was that they were
touched, when they themselves were new fuckie-boys.
All leave the attic in the darkness and prepare for a night of celebration and orgies, with the ceremony opening: the ever increasingly painful screams in the night. +++++++++++++++++++++


    02nd May 2004 - 06:13:25 PM    
7317 : Geoff
Mr. Powers, do you still have a huge "white man's afro?" That 'do always turned me on when I watched your crazy antics on Saved By The Bell back when I was in high school. I would always walk around with a bulge in my trousers afterward.

Do you meet up with your fan club every month or so? I would like a reenact a scene from the Empire Strikes Back with you. Have you ever seen that movie? C3P0, the gay droid, reminds me of you. The scene I want to reeact is the light saber scene. However, since light sabers don't really exist, we'll have to use our penises. When we are done I will then sit on your face and "cut one" that smells liking rotting eggs and then give you a golden shower and dump you in the alley behind my building.


    02nd May 2004 - 11:15:17 PM    
7318 : Kurt Steinberg
Diamond, please clean up your guestbook - there are many messages posted here which have nothing to do with queer fantasies! Please remind the posters that this is a queers-only message board!

- Kurt Steinberg


    03rd May 2004 - 02:14:23 AM    
7319 : MC Schism
I HAVE CHOOSEN TO HAVE AN ASSITANT "STANLEY SATAN!" ALL OF THOSE OUT THERE THAT HEAR THIS: TELL ME IF YOU'D LIKE TO BE MY ASSISTANT!!!

da pestilence


    03rd May 2004 - 02:43:17 AM    
7320 : Fagbusters
FUCK YOU, SATAN!


    03rd May 2004 - 04:38:23 AM    
7321 : G.G. ALLIN (SPECIAL ED)
FUCK FUCK SHIT SHIT YOU PISS-LICKIN' ASSFUCK I WANT TO LICK YOUR SHIT AND SUCK ON THE CORN-KERNELS THAT ARE IN IT YUM!!! YUM!!!! I WANNA ASS-RAPE A YOUNG GUINEA PIG UP ITS GODDAMMNED MOTHERFUCKIN' ASSHOLE AND THEN DRIBBLE MY THICK, CREAMY PUNGENT MAN-JUICE ALL OVER ITS TIGHT ANAL CLEFT AND RECTAL CAVITY!!!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!

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