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(*) (*) * (*)~*~(*) HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #892
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~ 0 0 ~* *~ 0 hOGS ~ "Ralph"
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~ 0 0 ~ ~ 0 eNTROPY ~ by Hort (hort@hoe.nu)
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* 0 0 * * 0 * 11-7-99
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A small reflection hinted at the early morning sun off of Ralph's
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erect penis. Unknown to Ralph, this was the five hundreth time he had
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masturbated in his lifetime. Five minutes later, he was finished. A faint
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knock on the door and the muffled voice of his father reminded him that he
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was going to be late for the bus.
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Ralph did not often have a problem of being late for the bus. He
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rarely masturbated in the morning before school. He knew that if he hadn't
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done it this morning, he would probably end up doing it in the bathroom
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during class. It was one of those mornings. He had another dream about
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her. Don't worry, this isnt a mushy love story, just bear with me. Her
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name is Sarah. The dream he had was unlike any of the others. It consisted
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of only her face blurred slightly. It did not have a neck attached, which,
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at first sight, nearly made Ralph ralph, but he soon realized the beauty in
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it.
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Another knock and the sound of the doorknob turning made Ralph snap
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back from his daydream and dart across his room, deftly placing his hand
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across the opening door and the frame, preventing the door from opening.
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His other hand attempted to hold onto the towel drenched in semen, and
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managed only to spread a moderate amoung on his leg.
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"I'm coming," Ralph said nervously, "just give me a minute."
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"The bus is going to be here any minute." His mother had that tone
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in her voice that she alway had when telling Ralph to hurry up. Ralph knew
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very well that the bus still had at least 5 minutes before it reached his
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house. He had an excellent memory and knew approximately when the bus came
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in the morning. He planned on this when he made his decision to masturbate,
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however he did not plan on daydreaming.
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Feverishly attempting to find a dry spot on his towel, ralph cleaned
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himself off and spent the next minute deciding which of his black t-shirts
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were clean. He had worn one of them earlier in the week, but did not know
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which one, as his 'clean' and 'dirty' pile often intermixed. He picked the
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one that was on the bottom and grabbed his pitch black levis to accompany
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it. Finding both of this black shoes (can you see a pattern here?), he
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walked out to his livingroom to put them on.
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Ralph's family was not poor. In fact, they were considerably better
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off than they were only 2 years earlier. No longer did he have to rely on
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second hand clothes from his brother, who was nearly a decade older. He
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could now actually have some of his own. He did not have the pleasure of
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sitting on a torn green metal bondage chair to sit on next to the wood
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fireplace, he could now sit on the vent of their centrail air system. Ralph
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remembered the long cold nights during which he would sleep next to the
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fireplace just to keep warm. On a related note, Ralph's parents sold
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Ralph's computer for a cord of firewood. Ralph cried that night, but they
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were warm tears.
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Ralph walked out of the front door calmly as the large yellow bus
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pulled up omniously to his driveway. As usual, the mexican children who
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lived in the house next to his were already out waiting, chattering among
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themselves. One of the children was holding a boombox, the faint sounds of
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Kris Kross eminating from it. Ralph commonly waited inside for the last
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moment before walking outside. He had made the mistake of going outside to
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wait once, and had to sit there for an agonizingly long 2 minutes listening
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to the kids speak spanish and laugh giddly.
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Ralph was the last one onto the bus, having to wait for the
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especially obese mexican girl to climb the stairs that seemed just slightly
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too steep for her stubby legs. Any erotic sensations Ralph was having
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earlier were quickly quelled as he watched this disgusting display of
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humanity. Ralph wondered how, if her parents were this obese, were they
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ever able to reproduce, much less push something like her out. Ralph sighed
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as a bead of sweat appeared on the fat bean.
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As he finally reached the top of the stairs, the doors closed and
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wave of silence spread over the bus. The intense feeling of fear swept over
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Ralph as he walked forward in a daze. He looked from seat to seat, looking
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for an opening, praying to the god he didnt believe in that there would be a
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seat that was empty. He hated this part of his morning with a passion. If
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it wasn't 8 miles, he would walk to school.
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He looked left, seeing the two girls who were from the dairy down
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the road, both looking at him smugly, convinced in their own superiority.
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Ralph wondered how this could be, he was a good five years older than them.
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When there is that much of an age difference, there is no question of
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superiority. But nonetheless, they looked on his as if he was shit, in
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their infitile minds, wondering how he could be so pathetic and continue
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living.
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He looked right, seeing the innocent 2nd grader who was partially
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deaf and was forced to wear hering aids. In his heart, Ralph felt for this
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kid, as he must have a hard time being accepted. He must have even a more
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difficult time than Ralph making friends. The hearing aid boy was sitting
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smiling and talking to two kids sitting next to him, clutching his lunch bag
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as if it contained his last meal. He did not seem to have a care in the
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world. Ralph wished he could be like that again, but as he thought about
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it, wondered if he ever really was like that. It was all a blur.
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Looking further back Ralph noticed the sixth seat from the back on
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the right side was open. Ralph silently appreciated the fact that his house
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was early enough on the route that there were still seats available when he
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got on the bus. He quickly sat in it, and with amazing agility and speed,
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as if he had practiced the move most of his life, sunk down in it so that he
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would be invisible to anybody behind him. More importantly, he would be
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protected from any 'random' flying objects.
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He heard Brad, the buck toothed bully who was in a grade higher than
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him. Ralph never thought of him as a bully, but more, as an enemy. He was
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the third person Ralph hated in his life. Hate was a feeling Ralph would
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know very little of throughout his lifetime. Whether this is a blessing or
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a curse is debateable. Brad was bragging about his goat farm, as usual.
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Ralph grinned slightly as he considered Brad fucking his goats and being a
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despicable person. Ralph took comfort in knowing that if other people were
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as perverted as he, that he would never know. He oculd just assume they
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were and feel better about himself.
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Growing up in the country, Ralph was left to entertain himself
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often. Having the libido of a College sophomore, Ralph often 'experimented'
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with anything he could lay his hands on. From the horse's nose to his dog's
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mouth, Ralph stuck his dick wherever he could. It is amazing that it never
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got bitten or chopped off. It is also amazing that it hadn't dropped off as
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well.
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Ralph found himself staring at a hole in the cloth in the seat in
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front of him. The hole was big enough for his finger, so he put his finger
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in it. He felt around inside the seat for a while, then stroked his finger
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around the hole playfully. He looked at the strings of fabric jutting out
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of the hole, wondering how the string intertwined within, wondering if it
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would give him a paper cut if he ran his finger across it at the right
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angle. Ralph wondered if there was some way he could hide on the bus, so
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that after everyone got off, he could experiment with the hole. His mind
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played with this idea for the duration of the trip.
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As usual, Ralph was the last one off the bus. He never cared about
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being last, it meant that nobody was behind him in the line to get off. He
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walked into school, taking the back way; he would see few people going this
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way, even though it was further away from his locker.
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The familiar stench of the school hallways greeted him as he stepped
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inside. The low roar of students talking quickly followed the stench,
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offending his thoughts as much as his ears. He walked downstairs, the trip
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he took every day, yet it seemed it was no easier than the first. He walked
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past the weight room, hearing the blaring music from inside. They were
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playing a song by Pearl Jam. He liked the song himself, and, would
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compliment the person who chose it that morning. He then wondered what that
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person would say back to him. If that person would just think Ralph was
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trying to be cool and saying he liked rock music. Ralph walked on, looking
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at the ventilation shafts in the ceiling, admiring the beauty in them.
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Ralph walked up to his locker and dialed in his combination, looking
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around him between numbers to make sure nobody was watching. He opened it
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briskly and threw his backpack inside. He knew that the backpack would not
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take much more of this, and he would have to get another one. He despised
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getting new things, he despised anything that would be a change. He grabbed
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his first and second hour books and headed off to his first class. Ralph
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did not have an opinion about the day, in fact, he wasn't thinking about
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anything at the moment. He was pretty much running off of fear.
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Ralph sat down and stared at his desk. He continued to stare at his
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desk for the next 5 and a half minutes. He was doodling on his notebook, a
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pattern he once saw his brother draw nearly 7 years ago. he thought that
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pattern was neat, and had always wanted to draw something cool like that.
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As a result he had doodles this same pattern on his notebooks for the past
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three years. They all were pretty much the same, collections of polygons
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intertwined with eah other, not signifying anything. He thought being
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random and having random art was cool. He was awaiting the day someone
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would compliment him on his art, like he complimented his brother.
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The majority of his morning was spent doodling on his notebook.
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Ralph looked at his notebook and saw a penis. He quickly tried to cover up
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the shape which somewhat resembled a penis, but only succeeded it in looking
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like a pair of breasts. He drew a few more lines and saw in his chaos a
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vagina. Sweat started to form on Ralph's brow as he nervously tried to
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scribble some sort of nothingness into his erotic patterns. He looked
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around wondering if someone would turn and see his sick and perverted
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drawings, and scream out 'Ralph is a pervert!' or something equivelant.
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As the bell rang to go to his next class, Ralph breathed a sigh of
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relief and grabbed his books, making sure to cover the side of his notebook
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he was doodling on with another book. He looked around one more time to
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make sure nobody was watching him and filed out the door behind all the
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other students. His next class was with Sarah, and he walked straight
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there, fearing just to look at any of the leering faces in the hallway.
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Looking around, Ralph walked in the classroom, seeing a student
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from the previous hour being helped. He reflected on the fact that he never
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needed help; he was always the ideal student. He remembered most of the
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drivel that was taught long enough to pass a test given on it later.
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Ralph's biggest challenge in school was never the schoolwork, but rather
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surviving each day. He pondered how these people could survive being so
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stupid. They were all morons, with a few exceptions. He considered the
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exceptions his friends, although they were really nothing more than people
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who would actually talk to him for more than five minutes.
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Ralph never really had a concept of what a friend truly was. In all
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his past years, he rarely had a friend who would chat with him over lunch,
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much less do anything with him outside of school. Ralph's social life ended
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with the bell that ended each day at school. Ralph had never known anything
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better, and he was generally a happy person. Except for the occasional
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episodes of intense depression when he felt like hanging himself with a
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piece of dental floss.
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He walked back to his usual seat, being the first in the classroom
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as usual. All of the other students preferred to sit outside in the hallway
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and talk to their friends. Being the first in the class always gave Ralph
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time to think and it always kept anyone from taking the seat he claimed as
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his own.
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Sarah walked in the classroom, and Ralph couldn't help but keep his
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eyes off her. He looked at her cancerous lips and drooled. As the drool
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found its way from Ralph's chin to the top of his desk, he snapped out of it
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and wiped it up with his hand, and then dispensed of it on the side of his
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shirt. She sat in the seat next to him, and Ralph's heart skipped a beat.
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He stared straight ahead at the chalkboard, pretending not to notice
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her. He always did that, every morning. He would not even turn and smile.
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Had he turned and smiled, he probably would have shit his pants in utter
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fear. In fact, he did not say one word to her throughout the entire class.
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Ralph did not know any other way.
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Three hours passed. The lunch bell rang. Our hero Ralph walked
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outside to the parking lot, on his usual way to the school cafeteria. Two
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of the stoners in school called him over. Ralph once made the fatal mistake
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of lending one of these people money for pot. This made him a very valuable
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friend ever since. They invited Ralph to lunch, which mainly consisted of
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seeing how much weed you could smoke in thirty minutes. Deciding being
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trapped in a smoke filled car with four people was better compared to a
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cafeteria with four hundredm he joined them.
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As usual, Ralph sat in the back, calmly looking around as they drove
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to their secluded spot right outside of town. Ralph looked up at Cliff, who
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was driving. Cliff had long blond hair which was tied up behind his head in
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true hippie fashion. His eyes jutted out of his head, providing much
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speculation on what drove him to this particular recreation. The truth was,
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he was just too stupid to do anything else.
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Riding shotgun was Darren. Darren was as suave as he was cool. He
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had the same stature as Ralph, and was about as handsome. Ralph knew this,
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but for some reason, he could never quite figure out why Darren was so much
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more sociable than he. Ralph pondered if one day he could possibly learn
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how to treat people with such easy and be able to manipulate them as easily
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later in life.
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Next to Ralph sat Chris. Chris, much like Cliff, was pretty much
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too stupid to make a decision other than the one he had. Chris grinned a
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lot, and generally made stupid comments. Chris, unlike Cliff or Darren,
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knew precisely how stupid he was, and accepted it.
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They pulled up to their spot, and all got out of the car. Cliff
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ran to the edge of the hill and screamed, obviously rejoicing in the fact
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that he was about to get stoned. Darren calmly packed his pipe while Chris
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looked on anxiously, awaiting the delivery of promised goods. Ralph sat and
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watched as Darren preformed his act, calmly memorizing each move in case
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Ralph was asked to do it later.
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Twenty minutes passed.
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As Ralph walked across the parking lot, the bell rang which
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signified he was late for his next class. Ralph didn't care. He walked
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along, his stride slightly different because of the cramped erection he had.
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He could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against his zipper, and wondered
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why it did not hurt as much as he thought it would. He wondered if he was
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leaving and pre-cum on it, and if he would be able to unzip his pants later.
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He swiftly reached down inside his pants, grabbed his cock, and
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repositioned it so it wouldnt be as noticeable. Intense waves of pleasure
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shot up his spine as he ejaculated. He did not even break stride as he went
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straight for the bathroom.
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Inspecting the damage, he reached for a towel and tried to wipe off
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some of the semen that soaked the bottom of his shirt. He suceeded only in
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spreading it. Ralph tucked his shirt in, decided it was not noticeable, and
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went to his next class.
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Sitting listening to his English teach mumble on about the correct
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usage of "you're", Ralph wondered if anyone noticed the faint smell of dried
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semen coming from his shirt. He looked around nervously, seeing most
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everyone paying attention to the lecture. Despite that fact, he continued
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to look around. Almost feeling their eyes upon him, he started trembling.
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He continued to tremble for the rest of the afternoon.
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Ralph rode the bus home, as usual hiding deep within his seat. He
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occasionally got up and looked around, and seeing nothing of interest, went
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back to slouching down and staring out the windows at the passing livestock.
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He always wondered what a cow's rectum would feel like to his cock. He
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planned to find out as soon as he could. Maybe he could sneak out that
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night to go over to his neighbor's field....
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( *(c) hOGS oF eNTROPY pRESS* HOE #892 ~ WRITTEN BY: HORT ~ 11/7/99 )
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