Beichte von KarelBero59351

I m29 admit, I always pretend to be really rich for the women I go out with. Now I am heavily in debt and alone.

I am married but in need for some fun. lets have some fun with no attachment.

Hello friends.. Am Britny, Hope am welcome here. Just here to make me Friend

I am 18yrs. fem. admitting my fear of being alone at any given moment

Let's have some fun... No bitching no drama. I'm not a sugar daddy and I don't do gift cards.

Thinking I was alone in the house My parents walked in on me when I was playing with my toys in the bathroom, I should have locked the door.

Glamorous and stylish woman seeking a sophisticated and cultured partner to enjoy the finer things in life. From Michelin-starred restaurants to luxury travel, let's indulge in the best that the world has to offer.

Here for sum fun so hit me up if you’re down Also I’m 19 so no old people please

I intentionally touch all the fruit and vegetables in the supermarket

I'm Billy 52 live alone and looking for a roommate

I often ring the neighbors' bell early in the morning because I don't like them

I farted in church, it smelled horribly, but I pretended it wasn't me

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

Just felt good in the moment shows you can make yourself look good but do you actually feel good

I often go out into the street in women's clothes and enjoy the looks.

I say that just if you didn't hear it today... Remeber yourself that you're more than enough