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You Can Make It Up: I Didn’t Fuck Screech

Gabe — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 15:20:18 +0000

I went to see Dustin Diamond perform at a local comedy club. I had a few drinks. Post-show, he was standing outside of the club taking Polaroids with fans and signing autographs. I told him that we were going to get drinks and that he was welcome to join us, but instead he asked for my phone number. For some reason I still don’t understand, I wrote it down on a piece of paper.

A couple of neat J&Bs later, my phone rang.

“Do you want to come to my hotel room at the Marriott,” Dustin Diamond asked.

“What? No.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line and a lot of heavy breathing. Then Dustin asked where we were having drinks and if he could still meet up.

“Whatever, weirdo,” I said. And then I told him where we were.

I Fucked Screech

Gabe — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 15:33:03 +0000

Well, not me, this lady fucked Screech. “The pillow talk consisted of 45 minutes of Diamond telling me about Adult Swim cartoons.” Yuck, but believable.

If The Screech Saved By The Bell Tell-All Took This Long, Can It Be Good?

Lindsay Robertson — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:04:02 +0000

In what NY Mag’s Vulture calls “The greatest book deal in the history of the universe”, Dustin “Screech” Diamond has sold a tell-all memoir about his Saved By The Bell days:

Behind the Bell, which Gotham Books preempted from Objective Entertainment’s Jarred Weisfeld, promises to detail “sexual escapades among cast members, drug use, and hardcore partying,”

But wait a second, wouldn’t common sense dictate that a guy who has already sold t-shirts and made a sex tape called “Saved By The Smell” in the desperate attempt to pay off his apparently massive debts probably hasn’t been sitting on the material for a juicy tell-all about a beloved TV show all this time? Let’s just pray Screech has been holding back out of loyalty or ghostwriter-choosiness, and not a lack of Tiffani Amber Thiessen speedball-fueled sexcapade anecdotes.