🐷 Ethan Oliver Ralph / TheRalphRetort / Rad Roberts / Jcaesar187 / Rage Pig / "Killstream" / "Tequila Sunrise" - 5'1'' fat alcoholic, owner of a gunt, convicted felon and revenge pornographer, property of the ugly failed tranny pornstar Lucas Roberts. Has quadruple titties.

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I'm gonna update this throughout the show.

So far:

Ralph fucked up his intro. Blames everything else. Interestingly, his audio was (((ECHOING))) right before he started shilling.
Spent about 10 minutes shilling members benefits to all 3 people who are willing to pay.
Gator's copied Jim at least 15 times. "Das right", "Boomer Tech Support", the First Fag has spoken.
The other co-host(?) is kinda spergy, but kinda funny. Probably gonna wear out his welcome before the end of the show.
The guest is having technical issues. Ralph kinda insinuates he can't do it alone, maybe Gator really is leaving him alone with it?
Ralph lashed out at Gator for mocking him. Ralph, I know you're reading this, just call Gator "the First F-Slur"
This show's tech support. Would be better if it was a PillStream/Tech Support stream. Take the hint Ralph. Take 3 shots when you read this.

Ralph's guest looks like he's livestreaming from his own funeral.
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Ralph is not paying attention to his guest. Probably browsing the Farms.
Guest is talking standard anti-SJW talking points. The "featured guest" for the past three nights have been the same dude mentally in different bodies.
 
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Herb Morrison; reporting on the Guntenburg disaster of May 6 said:
ā€œIt’s fire and it's crashing! . . . This is the worst of the worst catastrophes in the world! Oh, it’s crashing . . . oh, four or five hundred thousand 100w box mods into the sky, and it’s a terrific crash, ladies and guntlemen! There’s smoke, and there’s flames accelerated by the sheer volume of Maker's Mark in Ralph's system, and his gunt is imploding in on itself. Oh, the humanity, and all the paypigs screaming around here!

. . . I can’t talk, ladies and guntlemen. Honest, it’s just laying there, a gelatinous mass of seething wreckage, and everybody can hardly breathe and talk . . . Honest, I can hardly breathe. I’m going to step inside where I cannot see it. . . .ā€
 
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