This story starts out as any old weekend day. Same as always. a few hours pass and I start to get hungry, so I then go to the kitchen and begin to make a sandwich. I grab the bread and turkey out of the fridge, but as I go to grab the mayo. It's gone. I think it's quite strange so I go upstairs to ask my mother if she had threw it out. Then I hear some odd noises coming from my 12 year old brothers room, I open the door and low and behold he is using the mayonnaise jar the pleasure himself. I will never see the condiment the same.

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+rep random 5 year CS reunion lol and is a very nice person fr, hard to find these days

i wanna eat a cantaloupe

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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, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also 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 on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make.