Beichte von DeluxLisa

Single here for fun.................... From Rhode Island love the out doors...................................... cooking the beach traveling

boys also get depressed when they lack affection

I confess that I still dream about m ex-boyfriend.

I know it's rare for a woman, but I love to go fishing. I can sit by the river or on the boat for hours waiting for a bite. I'm also no stranger to fly fishing. A delicious beer and the day is perfect. There must be a man who takes a woman fishing too. I myself am 36 and looking for a man up to about 50 years. I don't really care about looks. If you've eaten the bait, just take a bite.

I f/28 admit that i have had some bizarre encounters in the past, and i'd really love to find a "normal" relationship

Any Scrabble fan here? That would be great. What would you make of the following letters: XSENAAL? Can you think of anything? Then let's hear from you and let's play.

Thats me ask if you wanna know more i am sweet 37 live near ghent

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.

While jogging, I ran into a knee-deep puddle and of course collapsed, everyone else laughed their heads off

I male of 18 yrs confess I often make up stories to impress friends and colleagues, but I'm not really successful with women.

Hello.. I was free there Anyhow anyone want to chat I ll be there for u

Anyone want some fun, the less words the better