Ralph is a really weird case. He acts like a high school dork trying to be cool in 2005. That’s why he walks around looking like the bastard son of Fred Durst and Dusty Rhodes. It’s almost like he missed out on the experience of getting properly bullied in high school (possibly because he wasn’t there), and he’s making up for it in his late 30’s. He wants us to believe he was a cool kid—which is cringe in itself—but nobody knows him or talks about him. Nobody tags in him their pictures. I’m gonna guess that if there was a party in Ralph’s town, Ralph wasn’t there, because no one told him about it, because nobody knew who the fuck he was, and they wouldn’t invite him if they did.
That’s why I don’t buy his lies about “I used to do a lot of coke.” That’s like saying “I used to be cool and party hard with muh boys.” Bullshit. Ralph drank alone on Friday night and jerked off with his own tears.