Wassup, I’m Jacob. I’m cool I think and I’m also down for like whatever, Hmu I’ll try to reply
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I used to put some chocolate in my sister's bed so that she always thought she had shat the bed in the morning.
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I secretly put a real spider in my first girlfriend's bed to make her go.
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.
I like smoking a cigar while eating ice cream and peanut butter..
I hate Colorado so much. No one around here is even worth the time it seems. Wish I had someone who actually wanted me in more then one way…..
According to my ID, I still live with my parents. I don't do it because i don't want to pay for Basic TV
I put chewing gum in my girlfriend's pubic hair so she would have to shave it all.
I secretly smoke joints and drive a car.
I f18 confess that I smashed the side mirror of my mother's car while pulling out of a parking space last week and didn't admit it. She thinks it was a neighbor
Like what you see? What do you want from me? Give me EVERYTHING!
i used to drink my dads sodas and lie about it :(
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