Ethan Ralph proposes to an asexual crypto-jew lolicon

Is this the troon he's getting married to? I'm so confused as to this being legal in whatever state he's in.
 
Imagine thinking this is a "win" in any way. You're so sticking it to everyone by marrying this mentally unstable pedo, Ethan.

It's not too dissimilar from Chris where you can repeatedly tell Ethan "no, stop, this is a really bad idea", he'll do it anyway, and then be surprised at the end when it all blows up in his face.
 
WHY CAN'T THIS MAN JUST WAIT FOR SHIT TO CALM DOWN IN HIS LIFE BEFORE JUMPING INTO ANOTHER PREPROGRAMMED DISASTER
You know it's funny. This is so entirely predictable and yet so observably absolutely un-self-aware and awful. If any of us actually cared, we might turn this website into a set of case studies for psychological research to determine exactly what makes a lolcow, compile some symptoms, pick a cool Latin name for it and publish it in a major journal and make millions.

But laughing at retards is my passion. I could never turn it into a career.
 
The priest tells them it's time to kiss. Excited, jittering, partially out of love, partially because he has already had six glasses of Makers Mark and Coke, Ralph reaches for the veil.
After all he has been through, being a deadbeat dad who will never be able to meet his beloved son, being destroyed by a fat ex, even divorcing the only woman who had previously been open to touching his little West Memphis peepee - this is his moment.
Finally, he will be kissing his true love, his future wife.
He lifts up the veil.

Suddenly, it strikes him: This is not May. It may be a man's face, as he expected, but it is not the Pedo Lolicon he proposed to. A voice in the back of his head - it sounds almost like his own - tells him: "Ralph, NO!".
In disbelief, he stammers... "M-May? Did you forget your HRT this morning?". But to his shock, the person behind the veil begins laughing.
Tears in their eyes, they give Ethan a wide, nasty grin, and they say:

"It's me, Ralph. You've married yourself to Odysee, so you have married yourself to me. Yes, Ethan Oliver Ralph... it was me all along."

Ethan is frozen. He realizes. There was never a May, there was never an asexual tranny weeb trad wife to make him egg salad sandwiches.
As the world turns black before his eyes, he collects his last breath, all the air left in his gunt-crushed lungs, and yells:
"Xa--- Xa...

XXXXXAAAAAAAAAAAANDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"


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