Beichte von StoneyRob

I am a country boy true and true. I love everything out doors. I hope to find a great country girl that loves the same things as me.

I f22 admit, I'm a household whiz. I can't cook or do laundry or even clean. My boyfriend is very pissed after three months together and I think he should help me instead. Am I wrong?

Each interaction matters, so what do you think?

Looking for a chick in the Orange County area to smash, I’m a 5’7 skinny dude with some long hair and piercings

Hello everybody, it Ayoub from east london I hope to be a light-hearted guest with you ✌🏻😎🥂

Ask me a question and find out. I'm an open book and believe in nothing less than being completely honest and upfront.

I made coffee for my visit and forgot to put the water in the machine, after half an hour I was asked, I noticed

I f.20 confess i do not care for funny toys, i want the the natural "stick"

I m/20 admit covering my insecurities with rudeness and raw language, but i never mean it

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.

Boyfriend ?

As a bouncer of almost 30 yrs, let me give you guys some advice. If you take a woman to a bar and she hugs the bouncer...just walk away...leave her there.

It's so much fun for me to grab a man's crotch unexpectedly