Shep, we don't know you at all bud. To date you've proven yourself to be a lying lil child with a possible side case of Schizophrina (sp).

When reading your story it's obvious you avoided all real attempts at verification. And attempted to cover your tracks at every turn ( bribing cabdriver, switching hotels, bad picture etc etc).

It reminds me of reading a story by my son when it's obvious he didn't really read the story he was supposed to be reading. Never giving real details, often making up events that can't be disproven....or proven for that matter. Mind you he gave up on this habit when he was about 10. For the record he's now reading Terry Goodkind's series and can be a beast if I tell him to get up and do his chores instead of reading. /chuckle

Sorry Shep, in all truth it's likely both you and Dante are huge lying gits. But hey you provided me with grist for my mill AND gave me someone to smack around like a Pinata'.

Thanks lil one...

Fandros

Shep, we don't know you at all bud. To date you've proven yourself to be a lying lil child with a possible side case of Schizophrina (sp).

When reading your story it's obvious you avoided all real attempts at verification. And attempted to cover your tracks at every turn ( bribing cabdriver, switching hotels, bad picture etc etc).

It reminds me of reading a story by my son when it's obvious he didn't really read the story he was supposed to be reading. Never giving real details, often making up events that can't be disproven....or proven for that matter. Mind you he gave up on this habit when he was about 10. For the record he's now reading Terry Goodkind's series and can be a beast if I tell him to get up and do his chores instead of reading. /chuckle

Sorry Shep, in all truth it's likely both you and Dante are huge lying gits. But hey you provided me with grist for my mill AND gave me someone to smack around like a Pinata'.

Thanks lil one...

Fandros

First off....umm You wern't there....Second....You have no fuckin clue. Oh and btw...what the hell is gits? I dont know who you think your smacking around....maybe its yourself. Either way...thanks for the comment about the good reading. I have read it over and over again and the more I read it and re-live the moment...them more pleasure I take in that factor. Nobody really gives a rats ass if you kid can read or can masterbate. So why the hell you put that in there I have no clue.

Thanks DADDY.....

Awwee lil, got your dander up again? And no, your story wasn't "gud reading" by any stretch. As I pointed out it was shallow and lacked reality.

Errr don't call me Daddy, I'd have been jailed for cleaning the gene pool if you were my own son.....

Fandros

I figued I could call you daddy...I mean i did come out of your wifes PU*$(Y ...in some fashion or the other....hahahaha....

and work on your spelling too...

(sorry had to put that in there)

As much as I dislike the degenerate that is my exwife, even she would rather sleep with the mummified remains of Jack the Ripper before she allowed such as you anywhere near her. ;)


Fandros

and work on your spelling too...

(sorry had to put that in there)

/chuckle

Bud, you should never correct someone on something you yourself can barely comprehend. Hell, I've a pretty good vision of you compiling your posts with an etch a sketch at one side and a Speak and Spell at the other.

Inbred, weak character illiterate that you are...

Fandros

As much as I dislike the degenerate that is my exwife, even she would rather sleep with the mummified remains of Jack the Ripper before she allowed such as you anywhere near her. ;)


Fandros

Now that I could make an interesting story out of...and that is uber funny too.
Let me think about that one a few and get back with you on it.

Stumbles away wondering about Fadros's exwife unwrapping Jack's package...

/chuckle

Bud, you should never correct someone on something you yourself can barely comprehend. Hell, I've a pretty good vision of you compiling your posts with an etch a sketch at one side and a Speak and Spell at the other.

Inbred, weak character illiterate that you are...

Fandros

Inbred....hmmm....well...ummm...I...

Brain went dead...I'll get back with you on this one.

On a dark and damp night Fandro's wife, Slut-Whore the Great, approcated the tomb of Jack the Ripper. She was weating a soft, silky white dress which showed only wher bright white neck and her soft milky legs. It had been a long time since she felt this way about anything. Reading the stoires of jack the ripper as a child always made her excited but as she progressed into adult hood it began to cause a much more pleasurable reaction.

The closer she got to the tomb the more in insides throbbed. Her breath so warm you could see a cloud of mist from her mouth in the warm summer night. Her legs began to weaken as she approached the grave. Dragging along with her a shovel and pale she knew tonight was going to be when her fantasy was fullfilled. For the longest time she wanted to fuck Jack. The horror stories of what he did to people turned her on so bad that she could take no more of it. Her goal tonight was to dick him up, bring him back to life, and fuck him till he was dead again.

Finally, her feet rested at the ground where her desire was burried. The longer and longer she thought about it....the more and more she wanted it. With sweat in her eyes and a stream of water running down her leg she began to dig. Deeper and deeper; harder and harder she shoved the shovel into the ground. Loosing the dirt and the throwing the load to the side. Just about the time she was getting ready to wet herself...the shovel struck metal. The sound rang from teh bottom of the shovel all the way to her ears. This was a sound of a victory. She continued to dig around the coffin; slowly moving dirt towards the side in order to be able to break the seal that contained what she truly desired.

As the final mound of dirt was moved, the coffin emitted a great moan. This was not a death moan she thought to herself. She slowly dragged the coffin up out of the ground and then carefully removed the opened the everlasting cell that kept Jack the Ripper in his finaly resting place. A burst of air slipped under her dress and the lid of the coffin flew off and landed on the ground. She was truly excited now. As the dust began to settle she began to sift through the remains when all of the sudden something grabbed her from the rear. She didnt know what it was but she did fell the familar sensation of someone manhood sliding into her. Like a lightining bolt stikes the pashion began. Over and over who ever it was penetrated her like a pin cushion. Harder, harder, faster, faster she screamed. Thinking that Jack escaped from the box when she opened it and that some how he picked up on her idea she didnt question who it was. This went on for several hours then all of a sudden it stopped. She layed over the coffin in complete satisfaction.

Not knowing what to say...she simpley peaked around the corner to see what being of a man the Jack was. She looked and looked and didnt see anything however, she could still hear something moving around next to her feet. She looked down and to her suprise........it was SHEPASIR.....

Hey Bitch...why the hell did you keep sititng on my head.....whenever I tried to get out you would just pull me back in. Do you know what kind of jungle that is in there. Im onlyl 4' 5'' tall ya know...that doesnt give you the right to literally fuck my brain out of my skull....

On a dark and damp night Fandro's wife, Slut-Whore the Great, approcated the tomb of Jack the Ripper. She was weating a soft, silky white dress which showed only wher bright white neck and her soft milky legs. It had been a long time since she felt this way about anything. Reading the stoires of jack the ripper as a child always made her excited but as she progressed into adult hood it began to cause a much more pleasurable reaction.

The closer she got to the tomb the more in insides throbbed. Her breath so warm you could see a cloud of mist from her mouth in the warm summer night. Her legs began to weaken as she approached the grave. Dragging along with her a shovel and pale she knew tonight was going to be when her fantasy was fullfilled. For the longest time she wanted to fuck Jack. The horror stories of what he did to people turned her on so bad that she could take no more of it. Her goal tonight was to dick him up, bring him back to life, and fuck him till he was dead again.

Finally, her feet rested at the ground where her desire was burried. The longer and longer she thought about it....the more and more she wanted it. With sweat in her eyes and a stream of water running down her leg she began to dig. Deeper and deeper; harder and harder she shoved the shovel into the ground. Loosing the dirt and the throwing the load to the side. Just about the time she was getting ready to wet herself...the shovel struck metal. The sound rang from teh bottom of the shovel all the way to her ears. This was a sound of a victory. She continued to dig around the coffin; slowly moving dirt towards the side in order to be able to break the seal that contained what she truly desired.

As the final mound of dirt was moved, the coffin emitted a great moan. This was not a death moan she thought to herself. She slowly dragged the coffin up out of the ground and then carefully removed the opened the everlasting cell that kept Jack the Ripper in his finaly resting place. A burst of air slipped under her dress and the lid of the coffin flew off and landed on the ground. She was truly excited now. As the dust began to settle she began to sift through the remains when all of the sudden something grabbed her from the rear. She didnt know what it was but she did fell the familar sensation of someone manhood sliding into her. Like a lightining bolt stikes the pashion began. Over and over who ever it was penetrated her like a pin cushion. Harder, harder, faster, faster she screamed. Thinking that Jack escaped from the box when she opened it and that some how he picked up on her idea she didnt question who it was. This went on for several hours then all of a sudden it stopped. She layed over the coffin in complete satisfaction.

Not knowing what to say...she simpley peaked around the corner to see what being of a man the Jack was. She looked and looked and didnt see anything however, she could still hear something moving around next to her feet. She looked down and to her suprise........it was SHEPASIR.....

Hey Bitch...why the hell did you keep sititng on my head.....whenever I tried to get out you would just pull me back in. Do you know what kind of jungle that is in there. Im onlyl 4' 5'' tall ya know...that doesnt give you the right to literally fuck my brain out of my skull....

*snicker*

Good for you...you can use MACROSFOT WORD....what are you gonig to master next genious....you going to give us all a class on how we can /thump you from one side of this room to the other.

Using the rest Shep's posts as testament to his typical writing style, I highly doubt that he authored that story. True it had some typos but nothing like Shep's contain. So we are learning that Shep is not only a Network Admin God, a psycho, a stalker, but also a literary genious (sic).

Good for you...you can use MACROSFOT WORD....what are you gonig to master next genious....you going to give us all a class on how we can /thump you from one side of this room to the other.

*snicker*

(I only used the parts of Word that the Firefox WYSIWYG editor uses, not including any spell checking software..)

How do you possibly spell Microsoft incorrectly?

Gods, that was like reading the Short bus version of Hustlers letters...

Fandros

How do you possibly spell Microsoft incorrectly?

Gotta love those network admins. God I hope Shep doesn't work here!!

How do you possibly spell Microsoft incorrectly?

LMAO!

HEHE.. What a dumbass.