can you please link last two PPP streams? on his nuked channel and Godwinson one?
🐷 Ethan Oliver Ralph / TheRalphRetort / Rad Roberts / Jcaesar187 / Rage Pig / "Killstream" / "Tequila Sunrise" - 5'1'' fat alcoholic, owner of a gunt, convicted felon, alleged rapist and revenge pornographer. Exiled in Mexico carlesss on a diet of slop. Has triple titties. Wanted to fuck Keffals' moobs.
- Thread starter chimpburgers
- Start date
-
🏰 The Fediverse is up. If you know, you know.
-
Want to keep track of this thread?
Accounts can bookmark posts, watch threads for updates, and jump back to where you stopped reading.
Create account
- Status
- Joined
- Sep 16, 2019
Bryan are you really capable of handling high voltage power lines given your intellectual acumen?
ClipBitch
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2019
I don't have them, sorry. I saw some people in godwinsons chat saying they're on YT somewhere, though.
t
thanx. Also, is there anywhere a video of PPP being on Jesse's show?
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2019
Can you not do a profile post then? Might be a bit easier to notice than a thread that’s currently moving autistically quick when he’s probably getting a ton of notifications anyways.
found it more or less:
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2019
For me to get the full story I had to start about midway through the dick masterson thread (That’s now licked), and then start from right about page 954 of this thread.
the tldr is (I think): Dick sends cringy texts, cringy texts gets found by a guy who hates Dick and the guy (Jesse) pulls a gay op that essentially blows up and makes him look like a total faggot. So people weren’t concentrating on the texts as much as they were the delivery and weren’t making fun of Dick as much as everyone thought they should. Everyone kind of blew off the texts as “yeah dude sends cringy shit to a woman to get laid, weather at 11” but they overdid it on the feigned apathy. So the conspiracy and coverup (as dumb as I feel using those words) is that Dick didnt get made fun of *enough* for everyone’s tastes and that’s bc he runs NP2- a payment processing site that won’t boot you for wrong think like banks and Patreon. That’s a very very short version of this- I’m still on of 1034 and if someone explained it better I’m sorry.
edit:More info, discussion and containment, just don’t spam 30 comments in a row and spam low effort dumbass memes and shit.
Last edited:
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2018
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2019
Seems like the guntguard has gotten CRP removed from twitter.
HawkingChawkras
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Mar 10, 2020
- Joined
- May 8, 2020
Shannon typed "GayOpsiWinson" and pressed enter, as he leaned back with the smuggest of smirks contorting through the groves in the flesh of his face....
He had done it! He had caught the notorious Godwinson. And he had done it all by himself! He didn't need any Anon's praise. He was the man who could achieve the results that Ralph wanted. He caught that person! The notorious idol of the image boards! Red Handed! The thought alone made his chest palpitate in furious vigor that he had not experienced since he had imagined the warmth of a blonde Puerto Rican's loving embrace. He silently chuckled to himself, his fat rolls threatening to constrict the arteries of his heart, he leaned to his side to grab the bottle of Gatorade from the floor.
As he lifted back up into his chair relieving a joyous grunt, he realized that the bottle was empty. He threw it across the room, aiming for the pile of empty bottles some of which had been lying around for 2 weeks, waiting to be brought to the trash.
He coughed and for a brief frightening moment thought "Cardiac Arrest". As he slowly lifted his mass from the worn-out chair, wiggling to release the adhesive bonding the sweat had formed between his flesh and the wood, he stomped off into a quest for a new full bottle.
After having searched through a pile of bottles filled with piss, he returned five minutes later. Steadily slipping back into the chair. Carefully, less the chair break under the momentum that his 600-pound body could create in a sudden loss of composure to gravity. The now cooled down sweat briefly bringing a moment of cooling refreshment tingling down his spine.
He glanced at the digital clock next to his screen, and through the lairs of several months of dust, he could make out what time it was. But not that the time mattered. He pushed his hand through a forest of empty candy rappings to reach for the mouse. Steadily maneuvering his fingers into a position that would allow him to click without having his fat fingers roll the mouse wheel. Finally succeeding he scrolled down a thread that had become occupied by these vile people who had made fun of Ralph. Those people, hiding behind the cowardice known as anonymity, had the audacity of claiming that they were more successful than him. That they were smarter than him. That just by laughing at him they were right! And he... was wrong. He attempted to resist his deep inner urge to reply after reading post after post after post mocking his appearance, demeanor, his intelligence, his occupation, the sound of his voice, and everything he had been saying.
But one post, in particular, attracted his attention. It was a screencap, from his private discord server, where he had typed mere minutes before. The poster revealed, that the user who talked about Godwinson contacting his much desired and beloved Kirsten, had in fact, been incorrect. Shanon's face turned pale. As pale as a man who bearly saw 2 hours of sunlight a week could get. He had not expected this.
But his plan had been so perfect! How could they! How could he, the based Shanon himself, have fallen for such an obvious rouse! All the built-up anxiety came crashing back through as he silently shed a tear. Alone. In his one-bedroom apartment.
He had done it! He had caught the notorious Godwinson. And he had done it all by himself! He didn't need any Anon's praise. He was the man who could achieve the results that Ralph wanted. He caught that person! The notorious idol of the image boards! Red Handed! The thought alone made his chest palpitate in furious vigor that he had not experienced since he had imagined the warmth of a blonde Puerto Rican's loving embrace. He silently chuckled to himself, his fat rolls threatening to constrict the arteries of his heart, he leaned to his side to grab the bottle of Gatorade from the floor.
As he lifted back up into his chair relieving a joyous grunt, he realized that the bottle was empty. He threw it across the room, aiming for the pile of empty bottles some of which had been lying around for 2 weeks, waiting to be brought to the trash.
He coughed and for a brief frightening moment thought "Cardiac Arrest". As he slowly lifted his mass from the worn-out chair, wiggling to release the adhesive bonding the sweat had formed between his flesh and the wood, he stomped off into a quest for a new full bottle.
After having searched through a pile of bottles filled with piss, he returned five minutes later. Steadily slipping back into the chair. Carefully, less the chair break under the momentum that his 600-pound body could create in a sudden loss of composure to gravity. The now cooled down sweat briefly bringing a moment of cooling refreshment tingling down his spine.
He glanced at the digital clock next to his screen, and through the lairs of several months of dust, he could make out what time it was. But not that the time mattered. He pushed his hand through a forest of empty candy rappings to reach for the mouse. Steadily maneuvering his fingers into a position that would allow him to click without having his fat fingers roll the mouse wheel. Finally succeeding he scrolled down a thread that had become occupied by these vile people who had made fun of Ralph. Those people, hiding behind the cowardice known as anonymity, had the audacity of claiming that they were more successful than him. That they were smarter than him. That just by laughing at him they were right! And he... was wrong. He attempted to resist his deep inner urge to reply after reading post after post after post mocking his appearance, demeanor, his intelligence, his occupation, the sound of his voice, and everything he had been saying.
But one post, in particular, attracted his attention. It was a screencap, from his private discord server, where he had typed mere minutes before. The poster revealed, that the user who talked about Godwinson contacting his much desired and beloved Kirsten, had in fact, been incorrect. Shanon's face turned pale. As pale as a man who bearly saw 2 hours of sunlight a week could get. He had not expected this.
But his plan had been so perfect! How could they! How could he, the based Shanon himself, have fallen for such an obvious rouse! All the built-up anxiety came crashing back through as he silently shed a tear. Alone. In his one-bedroom apartment.
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2015
Was Ralph really celebrating PPP getting false flagged off YouTube?
If so, would that make him the Boulder Duke?
If so, would that make him the Boulder Duke?
- Joined
- May 8, 2020
- Joined
- Mar 21, 2019
- Joined
- Mar 21, 2019
I'm a cheap bastard but I would actually pay good money to see PPP beat the living shit out of Ethan Ralph. It's so fucking deserved here.Holy shit Godwinson just said he'll pay Ralph 5k english pounds to fight PPP.
I love this fucking timeline.
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2019
implying Dick, Nick, or Andy won't go full AIM AIM AIM on him before the match starts
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2019
@I.C_Wiener @New to the autism I'm glad you two made up. I'll fly us all out to Burning Man Israel because I have money. I HAVE THE MONEY TO BRING YOU TO BURNING MAN ISRAEL. PLEASE LET ME PAY YOU TO SLEEP WITH ME. Bring your wings!
Very immersion breaking. Gator is a white trash American. They don't use classic, economic, and timeless things like wood chairs. They use pleather chairs.
- Status