Secret of Romario

I’m down to do anything and have some fun Hit me up with plans

Sometimes, I tell people random facts that are false just so that they think learned something new and spread the false knowledge to others, for my enjoyment:)

Young man just trying have fun in different ways been alone for over a year so I got alot to make up more wild rhe better

How can I make my crush notice me? I've been trying so hard to make him notice me but it's all in vain

I M28 confess that I miss going to Vegas and having fun. Wish we have same fun in LA>>

I like sticking chopsticks up my nose and playing walrus.

So I will need the whole what is the trick to these apps. I was always a face to face and the social media thing new. But don't let that worry you. Very confident with my everything.

I've stollen the money from the store i work for

I wish you were here Adventurous, sensual, culture-interested, music-interested slim woman is looking for a partner to share the beautiful moments.You should be sporty, humorous. Would you like to get to know each other over a glass of wine?

I'm 18, ashamed of my delight in other people's harm, but I can't help 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.