| 22nd July 2004 - 04:54:25 PM |
| 9062 : Dustin |
| Trust me, Richard Simmons is a seasoned professional. He gets right down to business. Like when he shoves his cock up the fart monster's ass while Master Phallus spanks him with a bible. Or when Vomitor from the galaxy Fucktron regurgitates his own feces into Richard's asshole. He doesn't play around. |
| 22nd July 2004 - 05:16:30 PM |
| 9063 : stephanie lang |
| screch wears cute 90s clothes talks cute he gos to bay side high school his freind zack and slater he wears convrese high tops screech i love you so much like no one esle |
| 22nd July 2004 - 05:36:17 PM |
| 9064 : shirley willis |
| screch has an afro and hes cute and he has webbed feet and he liks teh hot carls and lunches and chili cheese yellow dog with xtra slimey relish he gos 2 bayside high screch i love u so much my shits are furry and i suuuuuuuuuuuuuuCK!!!!11 |
| 22nd July 2004 - 06:12:42 PM |
| 9065 : |
| Dustin also loves a hot "ham and cheese" with a side of tea bagging |
| 22nd July 2004 - 09:27:26 PM |
| 9066 : Kurt Steinberg |
| Diamond, where are you going to lodge Mr. Potato Head????? http://www.mrwoofus.com/pics/screechandspud.jpg - Kurt Steinberg |
| 22nd July 2004 - 09:42:05 PM |
| 9067 : nerd |
| screech, im a homo dork like u. if you were so smart, why did u lose ur place in line for the U2 tickets? dumbass!!! |
| 22nd July 2004 - 09:51:47 PM |
| 9068 : Micheal Gull |
| Hey everybody I'm doing a show with screech at The Modjeska theatre in Milwaukee. It's going to be fun especially with our little group of pals all together. Life's so fun and enjoyable. I hope you can make it here to watch us tell "funny" jokes. |
| 22nd July 2004 - 10:42:11 PM |
| 9069 : |
| check out this article about diamond: http://www.thewavemag.com/pagegen.php?pagename=article&articleid=24405 this article indicates that dustin got into a 'lover's quarrel' with one of the castmates on the New Class, and pulled a knife on him! dustin, you can rough me up anytime! |
| 22nd July 2004 - 11:29:33 PM |
| 9070 : Nobody |
| "...then try to have your kid because they figure they’re going to get all this money from you, or there’s people that figure if they hang out with you, all of a sudden they’re going to be successes." |
| 22nd July 2004 - 11:50:44 PM |
| 9071 : Love The Styx |
| Dude...Dustin. What the F'n A happened to you. James really wants to know how cool it was to act with the enigma...the stunner...Mario F'n Lopez. YOu know you loved his muscular physique and his radical acid washed scrunchy pants and pink Ts. When I'm alone, i think about James being alone thinking about you. Who is James? Well, let me tell you something. James L.V. P. III is your number one fan. We tried writing Jodie Sweetin and Jaleel White, but you were our last resort...thank you for saving us, in the bedroom and the bathroom. So, what's your favorite food? I know what it is already because i watch you eat through your kitchen window. I loved you in your cameo in Made...but I also loved you in the hottub scene that took place in my dream last night with Punky Brewster. Scott Baio anyone? I had to change the sheets, twice. My mom asked me what was wrong, i figured she meant that I was 35 and still living at home, but she was really asking about the sheets. Cody rules, Eat Me. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 12:09:43 AM |
| 9072 : Jake |
| Hey dustin, Whats up? Did you ever not get along with any one on the cast? I loved you on sbtb you were funny and awesome! I liked lisa too! Did you and a girl cast member ever date? plz e-mail me Jake in kc |
| 23rd July 2004 - 03:45:30 AM |
| 9073 : CriDDy |
| HAHAHA this is the funnest web site ever... hahaha u goose.... |
| 23rd July 2004 - 06:52:01 AM |
| 9074 : Lustin |
| From the interview linked in 9069 - TW: Does Mario Lopez wear an excessive amount of tank tops in real life? DD: No, but… I don’t know who’s worse with little boys, Mario or Michael Jackson. Dustin - does it turn you on to shit on your former co-stars and call them gay in your stand-up act, with no repercussions, then make a big childish fuss and file lawsuits when a random bunch of Internet nobodies starts calling YOU gay? Because it sure as hell turns ME on! Let's hook up for scat-swapping!!! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 07:54:03 AM |
| 9075 : Princess Peussie, very fucking angry indeed!!!! |
| Will whomever is sending me this tedious, boring stories JUST STOP????!!!!!! I DONT' LIKE THEM as they are like barbie doll plots. Join the friends at the Royal Palace along with little fuckie boy DUSTIN and see what real stuff if like. Here's the latest shit to come my way, you turds....so CUT IT OUT..... Love, Princess Peussie ++++++++++++++++++++ My experience with dick-sucking happened when I was arrested for burglary, in 1970, when I was 21 years old. It was my first, and only, offense. I knew first-timers usually got probation in this county, so I prepared myself for a short visit. I didn't want my folks to be out any cash from posting bail. I told them I would be all right, and that I would see them in about 30 days. I was put in a four-bunk cell with five other recently arrested inmates. The cellblock was two, back-to-back rows of cells, encircled by a hallway that separated the cells from the outside windows. All of the cell hallway-side walls and door were bars. At the front-end was the day room, with bars on both sides, open to the U-shaped hallway. The cells were then lined up, one after the other, down the hallway. The cells were about eight feet wide and ten feet deep. Each cell had two bunks mounted to each concrete side wall -- one bunk about 18 inches off the ground and the other just high enough to let the person on the lower bunk sit up. These bunks were each about 30 inches wide and six feet long. A rolled up mattress (about an inch thick) and a blanket were issued as bedding. Beyond the bunks, at the back of each cell, about four feet of space was devoted to an open "bathroom" consisting of a sink to one side, and a toilet in the middle. If anyone wanted privacy while taking a crap, they could tuck their blanket into the ends of the top bunks on both sides, letting it hang as a curtain, or do it in the open in the day room. The jail was overcrowded. With only four bunks per cell, but five to six inmates each, new inmates had to sleep on the floor under one of the lower bunks until someone left, then rotate up when they had "seniority." My first day there, an officer came around collecting blue shirts. I happened to be wearing a blue shirt, so he took mine as well. Apparently, there had been some sort of crime committed by someone wearing a blue shirt and they wanted to know if a witness could identify any of our shirts. Two days later, I still had not received my shirt back, so I sent a note to the front desk requesting my shirt be given back that one of their "pigs" had taken from me. I was a white, 6'2", 200 lbs, lower-middle class asshole. I wasn't tough, just stupid enough to keep getting myself in trouble. Shortly thereafter, the officer who brought the shirt brought it back to me, then asked me to step out of the cell. He escorted me upstairs to the second floor, where the hardened criminals were locked up. Up to that moment, I didn't even know there WAS a second floor. I would soon learn that these inmates weren't like the ones on the first floor. Those downstairs are recent arrestees who are going right back to the streets soon, mostly on probation, like me. Those on the second floor have been in jail for some time and most are going to stay in jail much longer. These are returnees of our revolving door prison system. Some were parole violators. Some came from a prison and are going back to court for offenses committed while IN jail. Unlike those on the first floor, these guys haven't seen a girl for some time, and knew they wouldn't for quite a bit longer. This floor was less congested than the first floor. There were generally only four inmates per cell here. To avoid trouble, cells on this floor were segregated. On the way up, the cop informed me that by calling him a "pig", I had brought the punishment I was about to receive upon myself. He opened the door to what had been, up until now, an all-black cell. He told me to step inside. The cell door slammed shut behind me. He told me to strip down to my skin, and took my clothes. He left me standing there stark naked for a little while, in front of these large, very frightening- looking criminals. Before he came back, one very scary, husky, powerful looking inmate with a huge birthmark on his face asked me why the cop put a white boy in their cell. I told him it was my punishment for calling the cop a "pig". He quickly jumped up from his bunk and faced me, fists clenched, and in a very threatening manner. Obviously sensitive to a racial slur when he hears one, he asked, "Oh, you think being put in a cell with black people is punishment?" Naked and helpless, I backed up to the door, felt the cold steel against my ass, made a half-hearted effort at protecting my balls with one hand and my face with the other arm and said "The cop said that, I didn't!" He thought about that, accepted it, and sat back down. What I would later realize was that the "punishment" the cop referred to was not that I would have to share a cell with blacks, but that I would probably be beaten up, or worse, by these hard-core black inmates. Fortunately for me, these guys either didn't read that chapter in the police playbook, or didn't want to do the white man's bidding. Either way, they left me alone. I stood there, by the door, stark naked, for ten or fifteen minutes. The cop returned later with a pair of coveralls, socks and slippers -- standard issue on this floor -- and my mattress and blanket. Besides "Birthmark", my three other new cellmates included one I call "The Gentle Black Mexican Giant" because that's the way he struck me. He said he used to always wear a Mexican serape, and lived for a long time in Mexico. He was about 6'4", weighing around 275 lbs, with very little fat. He was very dark skinned. His demeanor was very pleasant, and seemed to just want to be liked. Giant slept on the other lower bunk, across from Birthmark. There was also a milk- chocolate colored young man with a very attractive thin black mustache right across the middle of his upper lip, who slept on the bunk over Birthmark. I call him "Mustache." Sleeping over Giant was a smaller, but muscular, well-developed, dark-skinned, quiet kind of person who always had his coveralls off his top, showing off his build from the waist up, sleeves tied around his waist. I call him "Bodybuilder." As with the first floor, there were only four bunks in the cell, so I had to sleep on the floor under one of the bottom bunks. I chose to sleep under Birthmark. For several days, I left them alone and they left me alone. Each day, we were allowed out of our cells for meals. Meals were served in the day room. The day room was always naturally segregated -- whites on one side, blacks on the other. Naturally, I ate on the white side. At the other end of the day room, on the black side, where the first cell would otherwise be, was a tiled-in shower and toilet area with two shower heads and two toilets for the day room use. This opened into the day room instead of to the hallway. Guards sat at the beginning of the hallway on the shower side, where they could see all of the day room and into the shower area. We could choose to stay in the day room after eating, or voluntarily lock back up. I wasn't comfortable making friends with the hard-core convicts I saw in the day room -- white or black -- and since my cellmates all stayed in the dayroom, I voluntarily locked back up alone after each meal, read books and jerked off. While locked up in my cell, I thought about my hard-core con cellmates. These guys have been locked away from women for quite some time. I wondered what would happen if one or more of them wanted to use me for his sexual pleasure. What would I do if one told me to suck his dick? Or, worse, decided to rape my white ass? I knew that raping me would be very painful and I didn't want that to happen. I also knew that if I fought back I would likely lose and get beat up on top of being raped. So I figured if they tried to rape me, I would voluntarily offer to suck their dicks. I might have to plead and beg them to let me suck them instead of raping me. I'd promise to give them the best blow-jobs they've ever had. I'd promise that I would be passionate in my sucking, licking, kissing of their big, hard, black, throbbing dicks. I began to notice how turned on I had gotten while fantasizing about sucking their dicks. My dick would get rock hard thinking about it. I've had a fantasy of sucking dicks for as long as I remembered. The thought of it was such a turn-on, but the thought of becoming known as a homosexual to my friends was an even bigger turn-off to me, so I kept my fantasies to myself. Now, while thinking of sucking four black dicks, one after another, I began stroking my dick. I peeked out through the bars into the hallway. It was empty. I took my dick out and began masturbating while imagining I was sucking one of my cellmates off. I spread my blanket out on the floor between the bunks and lay on my back. I kept my coveralls on so that if someone started walking down the hall, I could recover quickly. I was limber enough so that when I lifted my legs up and over my head, kind of in a backward summersault, I could get my dick head into my mouth. When I really worked at it, spreading my legs, with my arms between my legs grabbing my back and pulling my dick hard toward my head, I could get it all in with my nose touching my balls. With some hip-action I could do a pretty good job of pushing my dick all the way in, then backing it out until just the head was in my mouth, then pushing it all the way in again, and again and again, fucking myself in my mouth until I came. Since my wet, warm mouth felt better than my dry hand, I usually preferred to suck myself off instead of jerking off. I also loved to feel my dick cumming in my mouth, and, since I liked the taste of my cum, I always swallowed it. I locked up by myself after each meal and continually improved upon my fantasy -- three times a day. I was horny for dick all the time now. My masturbatory fantasies grew more and more refined about how I would end up sucking off all of my cellmates. I would imagine many different scenarios where they would force me to suck one or more of their dicks. I would act like I didn't want to -- at first -- then give in before they hurt me. Once started, I would tell them I might as well enjoy it, since I had no choice, and let myself go with complete abandon. What a joke it would be on them because I would actually love it and wanted it badly all along! It even occurred to me that forcing me to suck them all might be what the cop who put me here in the first place had in mind. Wouldn't that be a hoot if his "punishment" turned out to be my fantasy come true? Unfortunately, none of them seemed interested in forcing the lone white boy in their cell suck their dicks. Three days after I was transferred to this cell, while eating breakfast, I overheard some whites talking about me. One asked another how, he thought, I was able to get along without being beaten up in my otherwise all black cell. The second one said he heard that I was sucking their dicks. I wasn't, of course, though I desperately wanted to. This convinced me that if I have the opportunity, I might as well take it since it seemed I had that reputation now anyway. Nor did these white cons bother to ask me if it was true, preferring to gossip among themselves. I wondered if the cop had started the rumor. On the third day after I was put in this cell, Mustache came up to me after lunch in the dayroom and said, "I've been asking around what people do to jerk-off around here. I was told that people lock up in their cells after a meal. The problem is, you're always in there. You must jerk-off all the time! Could you stay in the day room after lunch so I can lock up?" I nodded and said "Sure." He walked away and I mentally kicked my self for not offering to lock up with him. I could have said something clever like "... maybe I could give you a hand..." But, stupid me, I just said "sure." When the doors opened for voluntary lock-up, I watched as he went to the cell. I really didn't want to stay in the day room, but more than that, I wanted desperately to get his big, throbbing black dick in my mouth. I stood there for a few moments, then, suddenly overcome by an impulse, and I scooted in after him. When he saw me enter the cell behind him, he reminded me that it was his turn to lock up. I told him I just needed something, and, hands shaking, started rustling through my bedding as if looking for something. Soon, impatiently, he said, "You better hurry, they're going to lock the door." Beginning to sweat, I said, "Don't worry" and continued to pretend I was looking for something. Just then, the door slammed shut. Mustache said "Oh, man! Damn it! I told you to hurry!" I was scared, but felt compelled to press on. All my life my friends talked about "beating up queers" so I was afraid I might get hurt if I offered. But I wanted it so badly now. I had fantasized about sucking a big black dick, here was a horny cellmate locked up with me, who, moments ago, intended to take his hard dick out and jerk it off. If I was ever going to have a chance, here it is! I said I was sorry, then steeled myself, took a deep breath, with my voice quivering and breaking, said "Maybe I can make it up to you." I hoped he would understand what I wanted without my having to ask for it. He looked at me funny. I guessed that he didn't get the hint, so I finally said, awkwardly and still nervously, "For instance, as long as I'm here anyway, maybe I could help you out ... give you a hand --" I paused. He still didn't seem to understand. Either that or he was considering it but not letting on. I closed by eyes before continuing "or I could let you use my mouth, if you'd like." I opened my eyes again. I said "I was really serious when I said I came in here because I needed something -- I need to suck your dick." There! I said it! He looked at me quizzically, then asked, almost as if it were a statement, "You want to suck my dick white boy?" Again, I took a deep breath, my hands shaking and said, "Yes." There was too long a silent pause, so I continued, "I've never done it before, and I've always been straight. But since that cop put me in here I figured that that was what he hoped would happen -- that you guys would force the white boy to suck your black dicks. The problem is, the more I thought about it, the more I really wanted to do it! I REALLY want to know what it's like. I want to try it! I think about it all the time since I was put in this cell with you guys. Wanting to suck your dicks is what makes me so horny that I lock up all morning and all afternoon, fantasizing about it and jerking off." He had a pained look on his face. I knew I had made a mistake. He didn't want a guy sucking him. I had spoiled the relief he wanted. But I was in too deep to back out now. I had already confessed. The door was locked and we would be together for several hours. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain if I kept working on it. I nervously continued "Please, I promise I'll try my very best to make it the best suck you've ever had. I guarantee it will be better than your hand. Please, give me a chance. I know I can make it good for you. Maybe you could close your eyes and pretend I'm someone -- a girl -- you always wanted to have suck you. Think about her big tits in your mouth or hand while you imagine SHE's the one sucking you." He still wasn't going for it. "Please," I begged. Then, more slowly, "I need to know what it's like to have your hot, throbbing, hard, black dick deep in my virgin white mouth. I want to feel your black meat thrusting in and out of my mouth, getting harder, moving faster, until you explode and deliver your full load down the back of my throat. I want you to cum so fully that you gag me with it! I want you to keep it in my mouth until you're completely finished, until I've milked every drop of cum from you balls." I thought I might be getting to him, so I continued, "I've always believed in taking advantage of opportunities. This is an opportunity for both of us. You're hot and horny, that's why you came in here -- you WANT to cum. I'm giving you an opportunity to cum better than you even hoped to. I REALLY want to suck your big, hard, throbbing black dick! Please, let me kiss it and lick it and feel it slipping deep in and out, in and out, until you explode in my mouth!" He looked like he might be warming up to the idea. I pressed on "I really want to swallow every drop of cum those full balls of yours are now holding. You're in here because you need to release the pressure in them now. If you hadn't told me that was why you wanted to lock up, do you think I would have joined you? Heck, you practically INVITED me! Besides, no one besides us needs to know. This can be our secret. You can lock up with me as often or as little as you wish. Look," I said, "do this for me and I'll be your slave. Have you ever had a white-boy slave before? I'll do anything you want as long as we're both here. And I mean ANYTHING!" He thought about it for another moment, looked at the locked door. "Please," I said. "You don't have any idea how hard it was for me to work up the nerve to come in here and ask you. I'm scared to death. This is totally new to me, but I've got a real strong need to do this. I've GOT to know if it'll be as good for me as I imagine it will. I've been wanting to suck you off so badly since that cop transferred me here. I laid awake that first night imagining each one of you would tell me I had to suck your dicks. I got so excited I almost came in my blanket thinking about it. I'll do ANYTHING to make it good for you. I promise. You can take two minutes or enjoy it for two hours if you want. It's up to you. I just want to feel your hard dick in my mouth -- I want to feel your dick sliding in and out of my mouth until you shoot all your cum in my mouth. Please let me help you do what you came in here for." Finally, he said, "All right, you're right, I can see now how it COULDA sounded like an invitation ... and maybe it was. Since you're here anyway, and you want it so baldly, and I DID come in here to get off..." All the doors were closed. We waited until the guards had finished walking the hall and there were no trustees left in the hall. Because I had been locking up every day, I knew we would have a couple of uninterrupted hours. Mustache, sitting on the edge of his upper bunk, started to unbuttoned the bottom portion of his blue coveralls. I asked him if I could finish unbuttoning it and take his dick out. He let me. I took my time, brushing his visible bulge with my hand as I undid the buttons. I liked the feel of his already stiffening dick. I reached in, found my prize and slowly pulled it's full length out. It was visibly stiffening and beginning to throb as I freed it. I bent over slightly, between his spread legs, so that his dick was mouth level. It was milk-chocolate colored, just like he was. I was amazed at how big it was when it was still semi-soft. Mine retracts when it's soft. His looked as if it just hung down, instead, without retracting, like a deflated, chocolate covered banana. I had left one button still buttoned under his dick. I caressed his dick with one hand and unbuttoned the last button to expose his soft balls. I was also amazed at how quickly and naturally I brought my mouth to that beautiful black dick, my lips hungry to kiss it and my tongue anxious to lick his circumcised head. I loved his big, soft glans. I noticed how different it was from mine. It bulged over the shaft on all sides, kind of like too much ice cream on an ice cream cone. Mine only protrudes over the back and is flush on the front, kind of like a fireman's hat. Holding his dick with my right hand, I kissed his dick head passionately, looked up into his face, saw his eyes smiling, kissed his dick long and passionately again, several times. I could feel the blood pumping into his dick, felt it growing in my hand. This felt so completely natural, as if I had already done it a thousand times. I begged him to let me kiss and lick his balls as well. He said yes. They, too, were big and soft. Keeping one hand on his dick and holding it out of the way, I pressed my face into his balls with my nose between the testicles, kind of like a guy might press his face between a woman's breasts. I felt both balls press into my eye sockets. It seemed silly to do this, but somehow, I wanted to get my whole face into this experience, not just my mouth. I was taking full advantage of what might be my only opportunity to experience another man's dick -- a black dick at that -- in every way possible. His dick was growing bigger by the moment. I held his now, nearly fully erect dick at the base with my thumb and finger tips, exposing the underside, and rubbed the length of his dick all over my face while kissing it, nibbling and licking it up the hard, black shaft, toward that soft glans. I didn't understand my own feelings. What was it about the head of his dick that I loved so much? My mind was racing, trying to think of all the things I could try while I had the chance. I knew I may never get another shot at it and wanted to experience this dick in as many ways as possible. My dick is average size, about 5" or 5 1/2", depending on which side it's supposed to be measured on. His was about an inch longer, and about the same thickness. I took his dick head in my mouth and held it there for a moment. I savored the moment. I was about to experience my greatest fantasy. I wanted this moment to last as long as I could make it last. I then parted my lips and let my tongue slowly circle this beautiful dick head. I took the it back into my mouth, then took it out for a moment and kissed it right on the tip, touching the hole with my tongue -- pushing my tongue into the hole, trying to French kiss it. I tried to make it as passionate a kiss as I could. I wanted him to know how much I loved this dick I was about to suck. I let the head slide into my mouth again, then out and kissed it passionately again. The third time, after the most passionate, loving kiss I could give, I let it slide slowly into my mouth then slowly continued swallowing the whole shaft. I let his hard dick, with the soft, silky skin covering, slip as deeply into my throat as I could take it. I was pleased to find that I could take it all in. The head went in all the way to the back of my throat, and I had to push my head down on it in order to get my lips to reach the bottom of his shaft. If he was an inch longer, I know it would have made me gag to try to get it all in. I was able to work my mouth and tongue until I could feel my nose touching his kinky black hair, while my chin touch those soft balls of his, with this whole, wonderful, hard black dick deep in my mouth, head at the entrance to my throat. I savored this moment as long as I could as well, straining my eyes upward to see his reaction. His head was tilted back, but I could see a smile of enjoyment on his face. I let his full length slip out so I could see its full length again, then kissed the head, circling it with my tongue, making love to the head like my life depended on it, then sucked the whole shaft back up as far as I could. I loved the feel of the glans sliding against my tongue from the tip, all the way to the back of my throat as I brought it in and out of my mouth. I could feel where the bulging of that soft head ended and where the shaft began with my tongue. I enjoyed watching, almost cross-eyed, as the shaft slowly disappeared, inch-by-inch into my mouth, until it completely disappeared and my nose would nestle in his kinky pubic hair every time I reached bottom. I was always sure to press my chin into his balls each time I reached bottom, and loved the feel of his glans squeezed hard against my throat. I loved the feel of his dick in my mouth, so I wanted to take it slowly to make it last as long as I could. I sucked this way for a little while, but soon I noticed that I was sucking faster as his excitement mounted. I wanted it to last for the two uninterrupted hours we had, but more than that, I wanted it to be such a wonderful experience for him that he would want me to do it again. Unfortunately, he was young, virile and horny, and more interested in his climax than the pleasure I would get if it went on longer. After only about 80 or 90 strokes, I felt a change in the throbbing and the first explosion of his cum into my mouth. I felt a connection with him. As if I were experiencing his orgasm along with him. But I wasn't prepared for how much juice he had. The first explosion happened when his dick was fully inserted in my mouth, pressed against my throat. Since there was really no room for his cum, I almost gagged on it. I choked it down as fast as I could, but he just kept on cumming! I was able to swallow it all, so his dick came out clean. It softened, but didn't shrink back up the way mine does. I didn't want it to be over so soon. I wanted to kiss it some more, maybe even get it hard again. But when he was through, he just lay back on his bunk and buttoned up. I looked down and realized that I had cum in my coveralls. No wonder I felt his climax as if it were my own! I was so into HIS feelings I wasn't even aware that I came when HE did! I went to the sink and cleaned my coveralls the best I could, all the while wondering if he would ever let me suck him again. I was afraid to ask. I had no way of knowing if it was great for him or just adequate. Obviously, he came, so it wasn't a disaster. Since he was silent now, I thought he might not want to speak about it just yet, so we both just lay there, reading. I wanted to know if he enjoyed it as much as I did. I was hooked. I wanted more. If it wasn't super for him, well, maybe all I needed was more practice. I guess I was afraid to ask, and he was afraid to tell. Maybe he had his own issues with being sucked off by a guy. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 10:30:47 AM |
| 9076 : Dustin Diamond |
| hey you guys, well i've just been looking through the guestbook and i am disgusted at what some of you guys are saying. gay?? i am NOT gay for those of you that think i am and i dont appreciate all these things being spead around on this guestbook. If none of this stops then i will have this guestbook and site wiped out. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 11:56:23 AM |
| 9077 : |
| Dustin, how can you deny the beautiful night we spent together in San Fran during gay pride week. You tossed my salad like a viking. You even took it up the ass with no lube. Don't deny this Dustin, you have broke many a mans heart with your fuck em and leave em ways |
| 23rd July 2004 - 12:13:23 PM |
| 9078 : Jay Beez |
| Lustin, your logic is right on point. I hope 9076 is really Dustin! Hey D-Dog! You really suck at typing. Almost as much as you suck at acting and playing bass! Remember that time I filmed you felching a guy dressed up as an Indian Cheif at a rest area off I-35? Remember that time the Indian shoved a month's worth of used condoms and a fustful of coke up your heiny? Then he fed you his peace pipe right up your teepee. There's a picture of you on ytmnd.com and you have a GIANT gaping asshole and you're holding it open for all to see! The Indian took that one. |
| 23rd July 2004 - 12:37:17 PM |
| 9079 : Jay Beez |
| The STPK forum is still closed. Tipper rocks! Three cheers for censorship! I'm all out of toilet paper, hand me that 1st amendment over there. Take that, Frank Zappa! Fuck you, Jello Brarafara or whatever the fuck your stupid name is! Eat my fuck Thomas Jefferson, you slave banging faggot! Zeig Hiel! Dustin I'd shoot Ronald Reagan Jr. to prove my love for you you sexy man-fag lunchmeat fuck beast! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 01:00:14 PM |
| 9080 : |
| the 1st amendment is a fucking jew! |
| 23rd July 2004 - 01:39:44 PM |
| 9081 : Count Jackula |
| blah blah blah I vant to suck Dustins cock |