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.

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Η τραγική ειρωνεία
the tragic irony
ironia tragică
ironia tragjike
tragiczna ironia
la tragica ironia
悲劇的な皮肉
la trágica ironía
tragická ironie
trajik ironi
Die tragische Ironie
den tragiska ironin

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. I wager you couldn't empty a boot of excrement were the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

>kala re file

"I'm 19 years old and my mom still breastfeeds me everyday. She doesn't really have milk or anything anymore, but everyday around 8pm, we snuggle and I suckle for 1-2 hours before she goes to bed. It's always been this way, and I see nothing weird about it. I know it's supposed to be some weird thing so I can't talk about in public.

It is a beautiful feeling and a beautiful experience. It doesn't get overly sexual, it's just two humans bonding and I wish society was more accepting of these types of things."