Hey man, it's Dakota from the college football team, how you been bro? I see you're still playing video games, some things never change! Hey are you still watching those chinese cartoons? Forgot what you call em. I never had time for video games and ♥♥♥♥ like that, I was too busy playing football and going to frat parties. Anyways good seeing you bro, call me and we can hit the clubs sometime

game sense off the charts, don't forget to add me!

let's unite for victory

walling

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Kid Smokes Tree

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.