Beichte von Smoothie1

Like to meet new friends and enjoy the experience we have

I 19 f admit, shopping with my mother always is super embarrassing, because she's never sober and constantly insulting the employees

Listening to smut on an aroplane just hits different. Like it’s talking about all the hot shit they are doing and your just trying to keep a straight face

When the people next to me in the pool are in the water, I smell their towels

I would like to offer a casual relationship or a lunch date if it's good!

Should I tell the guy that I like that I like him

At a party I had to vomit while kissing, it was embarrassing

When making coffee I forgot the powder and ended up only having hot water, filtered after all.

I live in a shared flat and regularly poop in my roommate's litter box.

I've "borrowed" a neighbor's car before without his knowledge while he was on vacation.

While my husband thinks I'm going to the gym, I gorge myself at Burgerking

When I was with my mother, I filled the hair dryer with powder and watched as she suddenly had a thick cloud around her

i f/19 admit i have woken up hung-over in Hotels/Motels on more weekends than at home

Hi friend how are you love you every one im a sexy man

I wear slippers to work in the thick winter

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.

Hello I'm new here. How are you? I'm wanting friends with benefits