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Was driving from Saskatoon to Regina in 2016 when this navy blue explorer zipped passed me. I decided to catch up so pedal to the metal. When I got next to the guy ,I was doing 207km/hr.we both looked at eachother and smiled.Thats when I turned all the hidden lights on. It was an undercover police interceptor SUV.

My secret is my pants are stuffed with a sock, to impress the ladies

Well I'm just looking for someone for dating. Wanna ride?

hi friend tell my girlfriend how are you in comment send friend request i will talk to you in message

I’m a single male. I’m looking for a local fwb in Maryland or D.C. area. We can hang out and Netflix and chill together. I drive and have my own place. Let’s see where this goes

I’m a college girl I study medicine and I want a Someone who relieves me of the stress of studying and be my love

I am a sensitive and kind woman. I love sharing my positive feelings with those I love and making them smile and feel good. It's great that I can improve my mood and fill my life with warm emotions and joy. I am very cheerful and outgoing. I like when there are many people around, but at the same time I have strong family values and dream of quiet romantic evenings with my future husband. I love to live and enjoy life to the fullest.

I've been driving unbuckled for over 15 years and have never been caught.

Surprise me and I’ll surprise you. I’m not looking for nothing serious just looking for a girl who’s down to smoke and chill and life do what it does.

I have a crush on my girlfriend's dad and I think he's into me too. When the time comes, I'll tell him and we'll both get the hell out of here

I’m a romantic and honest man who likes trying new things . I like to cook , cuddle go camping or out dancing .

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 farted in church, it smelled horribly, but I pretended it wasn't me