You can’t just “accidentally” get a girl Pregnant

[VitoScaletta]

Let me start there, because every time I hear some dude say, “Bro, I got her pregnant on accident,” I immediately know the level of incompetence we’re dealing with. Like, what the hell does “accident” even mean here? You’re telling me you just accidentally handled the most serious adult responsibility like a blindfolded toddler? Please.
Imagine saying, “Oh, how did you get those gains?” and I reply, “Bro, I got them on accident.” Yeah, right. No. That’s not how life works. You don’t accidentally create life, you either plan it or you fail at basic self-control. No excuses, no “accidents.”

Look, if you’re the kind of guy who’s out here dropping babies like it’s a game of dodgeball, you’re not just unprepared—you’re a walking disaster, a cautionary tale wrapped in bad decisions and even worse genetics.
Meanwhile, the real ones? The guys who look like they walked off a runway, who command attention without saying a word, who don’t just attract women—they magnetize them with precision? We’re not dropping accidents, we’re making moves. Calculated. Controlled. Masterful.
And here’s the kicker: those “accident” stories are just lame cover-ups for weakness. You’re telling me you can’t keep your shit together enough to handle your own body? Or your own future? Pathetic.

You want to talk about getting a girl pregnant? How about you learn how to look like a man who could be responsible for life if he wanted to. But you’re so far above that mess, you don’t even entertain that level of chaos. Because true power? It’s in control. Elegance. Knowing your worth and acting accordingly.


So to all those “oops, I got her pregnant” guys: Stop embarrassing yourselves. Stop acting like it’s some tragic accident. Own your failures, learn the game, and maybe—just maybe—try looking like a man who doesn’t live in chaos.

Because trust me, nobody respects the guy who stumbles into fatherhood like it’s a mistake. Don’t fuck up you no having low class peasant peace an luv

 

[Node]

something about not reading something something

 

[Deleted member 163319]

Did anyone read all this?

 

[JasGews69x]

 

[esoterik]

u can get a girl preg without nutting inside her, its not juts basic self control

 

[VitoScaletta]

u can get a girl preg without nutting inside her, its not juts basic self control

then use a condom dam all these excuses but but but but

 

[VitoScaletta]

Hell buy multiple condoms just in case 1 breaks I already know you were gonna say but what if the condom breaks constantly deflecting like a woman not trying to get a paternity test

 

[Chadeep]

Chatgpt coded

 

[VitoScaletta]

Chatgpt coded

Smart man

 

[g4rlic]

did read actually. ur a good writer tbh. also true

 

[g4rlic]

Smart man

fuck you never mind dnr

 

[VitoScaletta]

Sometimes You got a break and I want to make some few weeks whatever the fuck the case may be allegedly ripping the corpse out of a human soul out of the body. I would like some of someone that might be contagious of one like him who knows everything can come in with a price now for your understanding of the ChatGPT the queens of what I did, and how do I did it as such doesn’t reflect or neglect from what I’ve said it is living proof and truth, that I am speaking from the heart and not only that, but you should listen to me because well I am the most will discipline short man that’s here and I’m not having a kid out of wedlock. I’m not going to charge support norm. I’m going through alimony like some of you. fuckers in here, but yeah.

 

[Deleted member 86877]

u can get a girl preg without nutting inside her, its not juts basic self control

Pre cum

 

[imontheloose]

Chatgpt coded

You can always tell when the em-dash is used without any spaces; not to mention the utterly terrible analogies always used. Imperative for OP to commit suicide.

 

[VitoScaletta]

fuck you never mind dnr

I actually went to chatgbt yes the inspiration comes from the character GTA for Vlad who is quite of a piece of shit but he was also quite interesting a little bit too, so yeah I kind of cheated but at the same time I wanted to grab inspiration from certain characters that I like, and Vlad from Grandtheft auto 4 which one of them don’t know why I chose him but I did. Looking to put in a lot more opinions of mines a just making alot more threads I’ll let you know if the authentic version of me in that I’ve made an but this will be a tradition of mines so that I will do LMAO

 

[VitoScaletta]

Pre cum

Pathetic

 

[Ezra_]

AI detected opinion rejected.

 

[BadLuck7892]

I prefer 45+ year old foids for fertility reasons

 

[Deleted member 159489]

thank you chatgpt

 

[WrathOfOlives]

Anytime someone says "it was an accident" I imagine the women accidentally falling down, pulling her trousers and pants off on some tree branch on the way down and falling in a kneeling position, while the guy soon after trips over a banana peel (and is also naked and erect?) then falls into the girl who fell on the floor, precisely inserting his penis inside her. The guy also happens to be overly sensitive and ejaculates immediately. Now THAT would be an accident.

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

Let me start there, because every time I hear some dude say, “Bro, I got her pregnant on accident,” I immediately know the level of incompetence we’re dealing with. Like, what the hell does “accident” even mean here? You’re telling me you just accidentally handled the most serious adult responsibility like a blindfolded toddler? Please.
Imagine saying, “Oh, how did you get those gains?” and I reply, “Bro, I got them on accident.” Yeah, right. No. That’s not how life works. You don’t accidentally create life, you either plan it or you fail at basic self-control. No excuses, no “accidents.”

Look, if you’re the kind of guy who’s out here dropping babies like it’s a game of dodgeball, you’re not just unprepared—you’re a walking disaster, a cautionary tale wrapped in bad decisions and even worse genetics.
Meanwhile, the real ones? The guys who look like they walked off a runway, who command attention without saying a word, who don’t just attract women—they magnetize them with precision? We’re not dropping accidents, we’re making moves. Calculated. Controlled. Masterful.
And here’s the kicker: those “accident” stories are just lame cover-ups for weakness. You’re telling me you can’t keep your shit together enough to handle your own body? Or your own future? Pathetic.

You want to talk about getting a girl pregnant? How about you learn how to look like a man who could be responsible for life if he wanted to. But you’re so far above that mess, you don’t even entertain that level of chaos. Because true power? It’s in control. Elegance. Knowing your worth and acting accordingly.


So to all those “oops, I got her pregnant” guys: Stop embarrassing yourselves. Stop acting like it’s some tragic accident. Own your failures, learn the game, and maybe—just maybe—try looking like a man who doesn’t live in chaos.

Because trust me, nobody respects the guy who stumbles into fatherhood like it’s a mistake. Don’t fuck up you no having low class peasant peace an luv

Retarded thread hopefully ragebait

 

[takethewhitepill]

Anytime someone says "it was an accident" I imagine the women accidentally falling down, pulling her trousers and pants off on some tree branch on the way down and falling in a kneeling position, while the guy soon after trips over a banana peel (and is also naked and erect?) then falls into the girl who fell on the floor, precisely inserting his penis inside her. The guy also happens to be overly sensitive and ejaculates immediately. Now THAT would be an accident.

Keep going im almost finished

 

[iblamexyz]

Let me start there, because every time I hear some dude say, “Bro, I got her pregnant on accident,” I immediately know the level of incompetence we’re dealing with. Like, what the hell does “accident” even mean here? You’re telling me you just accidentally handled the most serious adult responsibility like a blindfolded toddler? Please.
Imagine saying, “Oh, how did you get those gains?” and I reply, “Bro, I got them on accident.” Yeah, right. No. That’s not how life works. You don’t accidentally create life, you either plan it or you fail at basic self-control. No excuses, no “accidents.”

Look, if you’re the kind of guy who’s out here dropping babies like it’s a game of dodgeball, you’re not just unprepared—you’re a walking disaster, a cautionary tale wrapped in bad decisions and even worse genetics.
Meanwhile, the real ones? The guys who look like they walked off a runway, who command attention without saying a word, who don’t just attract women—they magnetize them with precision? We’re not dropping accidents, we’re making moves. Calculated. Controlled. Masterful.
And here’s the kicker: those “accident” stories are just lame cover-ups for weakness. You’re telling me you can’t keep your shit together enough to handle your own body? Or your own future? Pathetic.

You want to talk about getting a girl pregnant? How about you learn how to look like a man who could be responsible for life if he wanted to. But you’re so far above that mess, you don’t even entertain that level of chaos. Because true power? It’s in control. Elegance. Knowing your worth and acting accordingly.


So to all those “oops, I got her pregnant” guys: Stop embarrassing yourselves. Stop acting like it’s some tragic accident. Own your failures, learn the game, and maybe—just maybe—try looking like a man who doesn’t live in chaos.

Because trust me, nobody respects the guy who stumbles into fatherhood like it’s a mistake. Don’t fuck up you no having low class peasant peace an luv

actually a high iq reply mirin

 

[iblamexyz]

Did anyone read all this?

Yeah I did

 

[2vi]

Let me start there, because every time I hear some dude say, “Bro, I got her pregnant on accident,” I immediately know the level of incompetence we’re dealing with. Like, what the hell does “accident” even mean here? You’re telling me you just accidentally handled the most serious adult responsibility like a blindfolded toddler? Please.
Imagine saying, “Oh, how did you get those gains?” and I reply, “Bro, I got them on accident.” Yeah, right. No. That’s not how life works. You don’t accidentally create life, you either plan it or you fail at basic self-control. No excuses, no “accidents.”

Look, if you’re the kind of guy who’s out here dropping babies like it’s a game of dodgeball, you’re not just unprepared—you’re a walking disaster, a cautionary tale wrapped in bad decisions and even worse genetics.
Meanwhile, the real ones? The guys who look like they walked off a runway, who command attention without saying a word, who don’t just attract women—they magnetize them with precision? We’re not dropping accidents, we’re making moves. Calculated. Controlled. Masterful.
And here’s the kicker: those “accident” stories are just lame cover-ups for weakness. You’re telling me you can’t keep your shit together enough to handle your own body? Or your own future? Pathetic.

You want to talk about getting a girl pregnant? How about you learn how to look like a man who could be responsible for life if he wanted to. But you’re so far above that mess, you don’t even entertain that level of chaos. Because true power? It’s in control. Elegance. Knowing your worth and acting accordingly.


So to all those “oops, I got her pregnant” guys: Stop embarrassing yourselves. Stop acting like it’s some tragic accident. Own your failures, learn the game, and maybe—just maybe—try looking like a man who doesn’t live in chaos.

Because trust me, nobody respects the guy who stumbles into fatherhood like it’s a mistake. Don’t fuck up you no having low class peasant peace an luv

dnr

 

[mogtivism]

Let me start there, because every time I hear some dude say, “Bro, I got her pregnant on accident,” I immediately know the level of incompetence we’re dealing with. Like, what the hell does “accident” even mean here? You’re telling me you just accidentally handled the most serious adult responsibility like a blindfolded toddler? Please.
Imagine saying, “Oh, how did you get those gains?” and I reply, “Bro, I got them on accident.” Yeah, right. No. That’s not how life works. You don’t accidentally create life, you either plan it or you fail at basic self-control. No excuses, no “accidents.”

Look, if you’re the kind of guy who’s out here dropping babies like it’s a game of dodgeball, you’re not just unprepared—you’re a walking disaster, a cautionary tale wrapped in bad decisions and even worse genetics.
Meanwhile, the real ones? The guys who look like they walked off a runway, who command attention without saying a word, who don’t just attract women—they magnetize them with precision? We’re not dropping accidents, we’re making moves. Calculated. Controlled. Masterful.
And here’s the kicker: those “accident” stories are just lame cover-ups for weakness. You’re telling me you can’t keep your shit together enough to handle your own body? Or your own future? Pathetic.

You want to talk about getting a girl pregnant? How about you learn how to look like a man who could be responsible for life if he wanted to. But you’re so far above that mess, you don’t even entertain that level of chaos. Because true power? It’s in control. Elegance. Knowing your worth and acting accordingly.


So to all those “oops, I got her pregnant” guys: Stop embarrassing yourselves. Stop acting like it’s some tragic accident. Own your failures, learn the game, and maybe—just maybe—try looking like a man who doesn’t live in chaos.

Because trust me, nobody respects the guy who stumbles into fatherhood like it’s a mistake. Don’t fuck up you no having low class peasant peace an luv

Holy GPT slop

 

[turkcelfatcel]

dnrd and reported for chatgpt

 

[turkcelfatcel]

Let me start there, because every time I hear some dude say, “Bro, I got her pregnant on accident,” I immediately know the level of incompetence we’re dealing with. Like, what the hell does “accident” even mean here? You’re telling me you just accidentally handled the most serious adult responsibility like a blindfolded toddler? Please.
Imagine saying, “Oh, how did you get those gains?” and I reply, “Bro, I got them on accident.” Yeah, right. No. That’s not how life works. You don’t accidentally create life, you either plan it or you fail at basic self-control. No excuses, no “accidents.”

Look, if you’re the kind of guy who’s out here dropping babies like it’s a game of dodgeball, you’re not just unprepared—you’re a walking disaster, a cautionary tale wrapped in bad decisions and even worse genetics.
Meanwhile, the real ones? The guys who look like they walked off a runway, who command attention without saying a word, who don’t just attract women—they magnetize them with precision? We’re not dropping accidents, we’re making moves. Calculated. Controlled. Masterful.
And here’s the kicker: those “accident” stories are just lame cover-ups for weakness. You’re telling me you can’t keep your shit together enough to handle your own body? Or your own future? Pathetic.

You want to talk about getting a girl pregnant? How about you learn how to look like a man who could be responsible for life if he wanted to. But you’re so far above that mess, you don’t even entertain that level of chaos. Because true power? It’s in control. Elegance. Knowing your worth and acting accordingly.


So to all those “oops, I got her pregnant” guys: Stop embarrassing yourselves. Stop acting like it’s some tragic accident. Own your failures, learn the game, and maybe—just maybe—try looking like a man who doesn’t live in chaos.

Because trust me, nobody respects the guy who stumbles into fatherhood like it’s a mistake. Don’t fuck up you no having low class peasant peace an luv

@Randomized Shame low iq grey uses chatgpt @Gengar