Quote: (11-06-2011 09:31 PM)Timoteo Wrote:
Quote: (11-06-2011 09:18 PM)Pusscrook Wrote:
Quote: (10-05-2011 07:35 PM)_DC_ Wrote:
Ugh, I can't wait for the male birth control pill.
If I bust a nut in a girl (which is rare), I always fret about it for a few weeks afterward. Even if I'm quite sure the girls aren't the type looking to have kids, it still freaks me out.
The power is out of your hands (or out of your penis, so to speak) and out of your control.
If one doesn't have shit to lose, blasting in a bitch and getting her pregnant, is quite a trivial matter. Now , when you are getting your shit together, or have it together, that phone call, text, email, will shake you to the core.
If you've heard things like "put your hand behind your back" , or a lawyer saying things like "there's nothing more I can do for you in this case" you would instantly recall that hopeless fucking feeling your gut experienced. Your balls will instantly recoil into your abdomen when you recall the mental torture, the money, and the time. Put that all together and it still wouldn't be equal to that whore telling you " I'm pregnant, it's yours, and I want to keep it.
...and that's exactly how it happens. They're not asking you what they should do. They're TELLING you it's yours, and I'm keeping it. They're not going to try to work out how much support you'll give, or when you'll see the kid. They'll run right to court so to have them dictate to you what you'll have to do. That's the danger of getting random chicks pregnant - it'll be a bitch that you can't stand, but you're bound to her for the next 20 years or so. She'll be buying shit for some other dude with the money you send for the kid.
Yea, that's it right there. It's a wonderful feeling to paste a chicks inners with god -like fluids, but as much man as you are, is as much of a boy you will become when that brazen bitch rings your phone incessantly.
You feel it in your gut that something is terribly off. It's like that call you dread from the doctor about your tests for some strange lesion you have on your dick. Worse yet ,it's a call from a whore you would more than likely discard as trash, but had a fling with.
All that begging you have to do, pleading like a wounded bitch. You can't even eat, you can't work out, your dick and balls will argue with your dumb ass everyday about the situation. Everyday she will put you thru changes.
You start intense negotiations to terminate, and just when you think you have her at that point, and you could rest a bit easy, you see her name on the caller ID...HEHEH ...ring ring, "it's me again, I don't feel good about what we talked about earlier, 'cause I spoke to my mom"...... Silence...., your fucking eyeballs stare at nothing, or maybe it's something, but you cant really identify it. You on the other hand, have no one to call, because you're a man, so who wants to hear your bitching? Many sleepless nights, so now you're the one calling like a bitch, repeating the cycle of negotiations. Then her hormones kick in, and she starts saying things like "I'm hungry can you go get us something to eat, I mean, me something to eat"? "Get me some ice, and celery sticks from that store you took me to one time".
You want to say fuck off, but you see, you have a great job lined up, and great raise in pay coming. Your university degree that has gotten you thus far, flashes before you, so you want to continue negotiations. Meanwhile, your little one grows in that womb, and you know time is short,so you go fetch ice and celery sticks , like a good dog.
By now you have lost 10 pounds easily, and you haven't brushed your fucking teeth in days. Every baby commercial makes you queezy, and now you are starting to think it's hopeless. You start planning for the inevitable. You're on the computer all night looking up child support laws, attorney fees, visitation. You even go as far as thinking to move money out and putting it in your sisters name, but that would require that you have to tell her why. Sisters are compassionate, and would side with the whore... """OOOH I am going to be an Auntie"....Fuck that, you gotta keep this shit hush-hush.
You start thinking of ways to run, to hide, to pray. You haven't prayed in 20 years, but you will fucking pray like a Jew at the wailing wall. You will pray. Hell, last time you checked , you were atheist, maybe not so much, you were probably confused.
Another ring comes in, she's bleeding. Could it be? Now, you have to play it just right. You could always say, "that's good bitch, bleed 'till you die, or you could act concerned and jet over there at warp speed. You drive, mouth feeling like a cotton mouth snake... radio on , but you cant make it out the song. You arrive, she's on the toilet. She's losing it, and you feel a wave of relief come over you . Now you are the man you once were...... Until next time.
This happened to a friend of mine......