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I thought Evan was so low-functioning he was basically completely incapable of doing anything and needed 24/7 care.
🐷 Ethan Ralph's Twitter / Tweets - A collection of thoughts, insights and musings from the internet's favorite gunted hobbit
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According to Ralph Evan just has Cerebral palsy, which makes Sandra/Ralph abandoning him even more fucked up. Dude isn't slow in the mind, just physically incapable.
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A lot of people with CP are also impaired in other ways.
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Just because someone suffers from Cerebral Palsy doesn’t mean they can’t also be a Predator.
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There are people who almost totally physically disabled by CP, but have brilliant minds. There are also people physically disabled by CP who have the minds of infants.
CP really runs the gamut and can be mild to severe in both physical and mental capacities.
CP is basically a catch all for the fucked up shit that happens to the brain thanks to a birth injury.
I’ve know various people with CP, one that just walked with a limp, a guy that just talked funny and had twisted arms, and a 35 year old man that had to be pushed everywhere in a giant stroller who had the intellectual capacity of a newborn.
I knew one who “talked like a retard” and his body was twisted as fuck, but he had two PhDs. He was a very smart man, but people who met him would assume he was retarded.
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Has anyone ever suspected that Evan was sent to a home for his own protection because Ralph molested him?
I can see him being angry that his brother got more attention and care than he did, and being angry and spiteful enough to rape his own brother, especially if Evan is non-verbal.
Just a thought.
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Same. There was a kid at my elementary school who had a severe case, at least physically and was in a wheelchair. apparently, he was at least somewhat normal mentally, but he wasn’t able to speak because the muscles in his mouth didn’t move right.
but I also know a guy (my friend’s boyfriend, actually) who has a really mild case. He walks with a slight limp, but you wouldn’t even notice unless you’re looking for it. and mentally, he’s completely normal.
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your apology is NOT accepted Ethan. It affected me, by disgusting me. I wish I hadn't read your horrible purple prose about your wife getting force fucked in her ass by a Turkish man you are referring to as a gentleman. "Fall has come, and May is long since gone" is the faggiest shit I've read in a long time though, so props for that horrible pun. Is his book just going to be filled with anecdotes about other people getting raped? was that a teaser? is it going to just be various traumatic events from all of his exes' lives? I do hope it's filled with various disclaimers such as the ending "this story was already publicly known, by the way" that for whatever reason made me laugh out loud.
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Ah yes.
Backpedalling on the already '000x seen post and deleting it, but leaving your gay little blog intact purely to take a swipe at your mother in law and engage in whataboutism for threatening a woman and baby while you withheld their passports remedies the whole situation. No harm done, chap.
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I want the one where Ronnie bends him over and gives him his lifelong taste for anal.
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Who knows, it could be. Maybe he should begin by telling us about his "date" with Alice.
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Is his "Chief of Staff" a Xanax hallucination like Andrew Tate, his most dedicated gunt guard, a woman he's chatting up to replace Meigh, or a brown hooker who knows where to get the cheapest Xanax refills in Merida?
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It's the gunt itself. it's become sentient.
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This is whataboutery. If anyone asks you what that term means, they can read this paragraph. So what if I was a drunk and a drug abuser, so what if I threatened to kill Amanda, Ralph says, because pantsu’s mom is even worse for not getting that rape kit done however many years ago.
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Maybe the Magichan demon was just on vacation and now that he's back he's pissed that Ralph managed to behave for a month.
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The draft he released is pretty good
Ethan Ralph was on the edge again, careening down the highway in a rusty convertible with the top down, his disheveled hair trailing in the wind like a flag of chaos. He had that wild, manic gleam in his eye, the kind you only get when you've been on the road too long, chasing stories that may not even exist.
His faithful companion, a horse named Meigh, was tethered to the back of the car, hooves clattering against the asphalt. Meigh was no ordinary horse. He was a beast of untamed spirit, a companion to Ethan through countless bizarre adventures.
Ethan and Meigh were on a quest for the truth, or maybe just a good time - it was hard to tell with Ethan. The desert stretched out before them, an endless expanse of sand and heat, mirages playing tricks on their senses. They'd heard rumors of a psychedelic oasis hidden deep in the heart of the desert, a place where the boundaries of reality blurred and the bizarre became the norm.
As they drove deeper into the wilderness, Ethan cranked up the radio, the distorted guitars and pounding drums echoing off the dunes. He took a long swig from a bottle of tequila and passed it to Meigh, who snorted in appreciation.
"Meigh, my old friend," Ethan slurred, "we're in for one hell of a ride."
But the desert is a cruel and unforgiving mistress, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, the temperature plummeted. Ethan and Meigh pressed on, the headlights of the convertible cutting a path through the darkness.
Hours turned into days, and still, they found no sign of the elusive oasis. The tequila had run dry, and the horse's eyes were weary. But Ethan Ralph was a man possessed, a man who didn't know when to quit.
Then, one fateful morning, as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, they stumbled upon it. The oasis. It was a twisted, kaleidoscopic wonderland, filled with strange creatures and even stranger people. Neon lights lit up the night, and the air was thick with the scent of marijuana and madness.
Ethan and Meigh ventured in, the horse's hooves sinking into the soft, surreal ground. They danced with psychedelic sprites, drank from streams of liquid rainbows, and lost themselves in a maelstrom of mind-bending experiences.
But as the days turned into weeks, Ethan Ralph lost track of time and reality. Meigh, too, was changed by the relentless onslaught of weirdness. And then, one night, in the midst of a swirling vortex of colors and confusion, Meigh was gone.
Ethan searched high and low, through the neon haze and the desert dust, but his loyal horse was nowhere to be found. In the end, he stumbled out of the oasis, disheveled and broken, his quest for truth and adventure having cost him the dearest companion he'd ever known.
Ethan Ralph drove away from the desert, the convertible's engine sputtering and wheezing. He was a man without a horse, a writer without a story, and a soul forever changed by the strange journey he'd taken.
His faithful companion, a horse named Meigh, was tethered to the back of the car, hooves clattering against the asphalt. Meigh was no ordinary horse. He was a beast of untamed spirit, a companion to Ethan through countless bizarre adventures.
Ethan and Meigh were on a quest for the truth, or maybe just a good time - it was hard to tell with Ethan. The desert stretched out before them, an endless expanse of sand and heat, mirages playing tricks on their senses. They'd heard rumors of a psychedelic oasis hidden deep in the heart of the desert, a place where the boundaries of reality blurred and the bizarre became the norm.
As they drove deeper into the wilderness, Ethan cranked up the radio, the distorted guitars and pounding drums echoing off the dunes. He took a long swig from a bottle of tequila and passed it to Meigh, who snorted in appreciation.
"Meigh, my old friend," Ethan slurred, "we're in for one hell of a ride."
But the desert is a cruel and unforgiving mistress, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, the temperature plummeted. Ethan and Meigh pressed on, the headlights of the convertible cutting a path through the darkness.
Hours turned into days, and still, they found no sign of the elusive oasis. The tequila had run dry, and the horse's eyes were weary. But Ethan Ralph was a man possessed, a man who didn't know when to quit.
Then, one fateful morning, as the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, they stumbled upon it. The oasis. It was a twisted, kaleidoscopic wonderland, filled with strange creatures and even stranger people. Neon lights lit up the night, and the air was thick with the scent of marijuana and madness.
Ethan and Meigh ventured in, the horse's hooves sinking into the soft, surreal ground. They danced with psychedelic sprites, drank from streams of liquid rainbows, and lost themselves in a maelstrom of mind-bending experiences.
But as the days turned into weeks, Ethan Ralph lost track of time and reality. Meigh, too, was changed by the relentless onslaught of weirdness. And then, one night, in the midst of a swirling vortex of colors and confusion, Meigh was gone.
Ethan searched high and low, through the neon haze and the desert dust, but his loyal horse was nowhere to be found. In the end, he stumbled out of the oasis, disheveled and broken, his quest for truth and adventure having cost him the dearest companion he'd ever known.
Ethan Ralph drove away from the desert, the convertible's engine sputtering and wheezing. He was a man without a horse, a writer without a story, and a soul forever changed by the strange journey he'd taken.
Mundane Ralph
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Ralph told either Ade or Faith that there was nothing wrong with his mind.
He's been saying that for years. The last time I heard him talking about it was the end of last year I think and he was saying he planned on publishing it by March.
Not Even Twice
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If it's the same as his "editor" it's usually whatever thot he hopes to stick his tiny dick in next.