And here I was believing that the kids from Saved By the Bell were all natural, at least until Bob Golic joined the cast (and Elizabeth Berkley "starred" in Showgirls). Dustin Diamond's new book, Behind the Bell, includes the bombshell allegations that Mark-Paul Gosselaar used steroids, the cast smoked pot, and teenaged kids were horny.I thought the allegations of Papi's PED use were depressing; Zack as a roid-monkey is a world-shaking revelation. Bet they're pouring out milkshakes at The Max this morning.
Screech, how could you? The Bonaduce fight was one thing, but turning your back on Slater, Jessie, Lisa, Kelly and Zack? That's family, man. Family. I sure hope Mark doesn't get any ideas.
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He also does a great blog for mlb.com:
http://screech.mlblogs.com/
One good thing about the book is that he can re-use that cover shot if he ever wants to tour as a gay magician.
I can't believe I missed my chance last night to comment that "The Cocks busted a Nutt tonight."
Didn't Screech make a smutty movie too? I'm amazed - that guy is probably as old as I am, and he's never worked a real job in his life. Yet he has no talent, he's goofy looking, and he's famous for playing a giant tool who was just one step above Urkel in toolishness.
Dustin Diamond: real man of genius.
that was a dismal performance by nutt's boys. jevan snead appears to be redneck for 'overrated'.
I think the boys over at si.com need to settle down with "OMG it's the SI cover jinx!!!" bullshit. Has it occurred to you asshats Okie St and Ole Miss weren't exactly cover-worthy, let alone Top 5 in the country-worthy? Enough with the fucking SI cover jinx nonsense.
While we're making the Urkel-Screech comparisons, it's amazing how Jaleel White (sp?) has pretty much become a cool dude. The guy was a normal dude playing a nerd, while Screech was a tool playing an exaggerated version of himself.
And for those of you who wanted to know, the W&M version of Urkel lived in Monroe 312 his freshman year, one year after Brady and me were there.
have i ever told you guys about the time i 'met' jaleel white and junior burroughs? oh, 37 times? my bad.
Monroe 312 needed a rest after you two jackasses tore it up.
Surprisingly, we did not get a dime of our room deposit back. It probably didn't help that Brady couldn't pull the rug up b/c repeated bong water spills caused it to stick to the floor.
i can't remember my monroe room number. whitney?
but i do remember that my nike pegasus running shoes (which have been re-issued) made it smell really really bad (either that or it was the sink clogged with dip and saliva).
chris burt did not luck out with the freshman room lottery.
Well, Dave, I was Monroe 309, so you must have been 311. So, I think 312 would've been directly across the hall from you -- populated by the "not gay" actor and the guy who rode his bike face-first into the bumper of a parked truck 3 days before he went to college.
Nope, I'm wrong -- it would've been catty-cornered, populated by the gay "not actor" and the tall, aloof guy who went to my high school. (In unison: "I think that's YOU, Whitney." No, it was another dude.)
Wild, wacky days! There shoulda been a sitcom!
I'm headed to the Tribe-Blue Hens game tomorrow night. Expect some liveblogging, or don't. I'll be there so long as I can find my foul weather gear in the hall closet . . . as well as my commitment to supporting my alma mater.
If you play football and your name is Blaine Gabbert, you have to play QB, no?
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