I used to put some chocolate in my sister's bed so that she always thought she had shat the bed in the morning.

I'm 22 years old, I take good care of my body and I am more intelligent than most people, I'm good looking and have had no problems with getting the attention of the prettiest girls around me, I'm not self centered and don't have the need to inflate my ego, I keep my live super private and don't post on any socials except for redit and whatever this is, truth is I'm getting tired dating in general, they say chivalry is dead, but so is loyalty and purity, I always get hurt and or cheated on, make it stop

I last weekend got eaten out by a female friend of mine and although I never had any biseuxal tendencies before, I now somehow want to have a threesome with her and a guy.

I admit that i regularly pee when i'm in the Bathtub, and worse in every Pool i get in. I just can't help it.

I f27 got silk underwear from my boyfriend the other day, because I wore them to work he broke up with me, is he crazy or am I?

I f28 confess, I would like to have a romantic evening with a fireplace and a plush carpet. A glass of wine, soft music...

I have an extra mirror on the ceiling to see myself having sex.

I had a pay talk with an employee. But he didn't want more wages because he would have to pay more taxes, an acquaintance of his said. I didn't enlighten him.

I smell my feet every night before I go to sleep to have sweet dreams.

I've skipped the bill in various whorehouses before, and I always get away with 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.