Profile for: Tattooed Indian Guy
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- All About Tattooed Indian Guy -
The first PJ'er -
FRANK FENCEPOST
Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Frank. No, I'm not a cute underage lass... I'm a 29 year-old male. I'm ugly and mean, and I don't care much for diaper-swipers. It was nearly three years ago that I invented my first "underage girl" persona. Although her chat name has changed many times, the idea has always been the same- to expose to the world what some people will do to children when they think nobody is watching.
I started out by cruising Portland chat rooms posing as a 16 year old girl named Brandy. The way the operation worked at that time: was this:
1)Private Message a chatter who seemed to show potential as a pedophile.
2)Allow him to come on to me.
3)Get his phone number.
4) Spam the room about 1000 times, giving his phone number, his name, and a brief run-down of what he was trying to do.
Then I moved on, setting up "dates" with these guys. I'd tell them my parents were out of town for the weekend, and of course they'd want to come over. So I'd give them my address. Big surprises were in store for the unwary babyrapers who came to my door. For instance, allow me to share with you one of my all-time favorite pedo-adventures, one that has come to live in infamy, at least to certain Portland chatters... "The Taco Bell Caper"- Presented here for the first time in its entirity, without commercial interruptions.
He was a chatter named "Insanity_Sam". That's his Yahoo ID. He used to be quite a regular chatter. I was an underage honey named Brandy, going by "horny_teen_grrl". Anyway... the usual... my parents are out of town for the weekend, blah blah blah, right? He basically invited himself over, and I consented, but told him I was hungry and asked him to bring me some Taco Bell burritos. "Sure", he generously replied. "Anything else?" Yes, I told him... a large Pepsi, please.
Imagine Sam's surprise when he showed up, grub tucked under his arm, romantic notions filling his simple noggin... he knocks on the door of "Brandy's" apartment... and this big, stubbly, mean-looking primate answers the door. "Hi Sam", I bellowed. "I'm Brandy." The look on poor Sam's face was classic... I can't even begin to describe the fear and confusion that came over his countenance. I noticed the bag he was holding, and motioned to it. "I see you brought me some burritos, Sam! How nice! Give them here." He obeyed. His anxiety was almost palpable. I glared at him, trying to decide what to do with this perfect specimen of worthlessness that stood before me.
"Sam, get the fuck out of here. Now." I nearly whispered it.
"OK."
I went back into the house, and as I unwrapped my burritos, I smiled diabolically. A new phase had begun in my life, I knew... But how to make the most of it?
Enter Xavier Von Erck, aka "the_angrygerman" on yahoo chat. Xavier and I had been sparring back and forth for months, being as how our beliefs are diametrically opposed on almost every front. However, I'd always had a sort of grudging respect for him, as it was painfully evident that he was one of the only chatters in Portland that wasn't a complete moron. So, when I learned that Xavier was soon to open his own personal website, I asked him if he'd like to host a few chat conversations I'd had with wanna-be pedophiles.
I think Xavier, too, smiled diabolically. And so was born "PERVERTED JUSTICE", a collaborative effort that has exposed literally hundreds of wanna-be pedophiles so far, and will surely expose thousands more in the months and years to come. As many have noted, only from the two greatest minds in Portland chat could such an unholy alliance be forged.
Over the past couple years of cruising Portland Chat for pedophiles, I've been called a freak, a pervert, a cop, and a million other things. I've been threatened, cussed out, and stalked. But you know what? This is the most fun I've ever had in my life. There's nothing finer than the feeling I get when some bastard who thought he was about to "score big" with a ten-year old gets the surprise of his life- my face on his monitor, my voice on his phone, and, in the figurative sense at least, my shit in his mouth.
I just wanna take this opportunity to thank Xavier for giving me the chance to post this "good work" online- without this website, I don't think any of this would make even the limited amount of sense that it makes now.
I hope that you enjoy reading these chat logs. A word here about the phone numbers that are listed: I can't legally advise you to use those numbers for nefarious puposes. Same goes for the email addresses. Xavier could probably get a lawsuit or something if i did that. So I have to tell you what NOT to do. (LOOK... Read between the lines, OK? I have limitations, here.)
-FRANK FENCEPOST'S ABRIDGED LIST OF WHAT NOT TO DO TO THESE PERVERTS-
1- Do not call these perverts every hour on the hour from midnight to 6 am, asking for "hot hot ass."
2- Do not offer these phone numbers to Jehovah's Witnesses, telling them that you need as many prayer meetings as you can get.
3- Posting these numbers in Gay Phone Sex Chat:1 is a terrible, terrible thing. Dont do THAT... please, don't do THAT.
4- A word on email addresses... Please, PLEASE don't use them as your own on really perverted pornographic websites .... for that would be wrong. I'm sure these guys don't want that kind of spam email.
5- Some of these fellas have even given up their home addresses from time to time. PLEASE be responsible about this! DON'T dump bleach on their lawns. For the love of god, keep those dog turds OUT of their mailboxes! And whatever you do, don't crazy glue their doors shut!
6- Some of these guys who've chosen to give us their addresses live far away, on the east coast or even in different countries altogether. Please do not, repeat do NOT, mail them a frozen fish. By the time it arrives, you see, it won't be frozen anymore, it'll just be a fish. A big, smelly, rotten fish.
7- It's just plain cruel to print out these convos, gather your friends, and go door-to-door in the wannabe pedophile's neighborhood, handing out copies of the convo to his neighbors.
So, umm, yeah. Don't do any of that. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
Thanks everyone,
FRANK
