Tittie Tuesday: Do You Know Any?

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So, I lived most of my life in California, specifically, the south bay area.  Maybe I was never in the right place, or what, I don't know, but I've never met any lesbians.... that I know of.  Obviously, I may know some who are in the closet, but I don't know any who are out.

Boys?  That's a whole other story.  They're everywhere.  In fact, I don't know why they stay in the closet, they are so common.  Several of my closest friends in high school were openly gay.  And yes, they did take some criticism, that's for sure.  But these days, boys can go with boys to the prom, and girls can go with girls.  I remember Frat Star saying that these days, it's kinda chic to be gay.  But I've never really noticed any girls......  that brings me to what I want to tell you today.

A couple of weeks ago, I was at a casino/resort, and no, damn it, I didn't win any money!  But I spent most of a day in the beautiful spa.  It was so fancy.  I'm a girl, so I totally dig that shit, ya know?  I love to be pampered!  I would pay someone to come to my house and massage my feet!  I love having my feet touched!  Whew!  That's a whole other post for another day!  So, I'm at this very nice spa, and it's all quiet and everything.  I've just had a facial, and I'm sitting in the jacuzzi tub, and I am so relaxed........hold on.....  my ears pick up some giggling.  Oh, the jacuzzi is right across from the sauna, and I did notice as I got into the tub that there were a couple of girls in there.  Wait.  It's quiet again.  Hmm.  Ok, whatevs.  Ok, now the giggling again.  Let me see if I can just angle myself a bit to see if I can see them.


Wow.  One girl is sitting in the lap of the other girl, and they are totally making out.  I mean, totally making out!  Aren't they worried someone will stumble upon them?  Are you allowed to do that in here?  So, you know what I did, right?  I mean, I had to!  I got out of the tub.  By the way, the rules in this place are that you can be totally naked if you want.  Suits are optional, except in the co-ed pool area that is on another floor.  So, I got out of the tub.  Aren't you dying to know if I'm naked?  lol  I have bikini bottoms on.  :D  I didn't bother with a top, cuz I have no problem with peeps seeing my tits - I have a fab pair of tits.

Anyway, I grab a towel, and head to the sauna.  I open the door, and they break apart very quickly.  I smile at them, and they smile at me.  This is a little awkward, cuz they know that I know what they were just up to. We're all just sitting there in odd silence, then the door opens again, and a middle aged woman comes in. She says Hi, and we all say Hi to her, and she sits down.  The "couple" decide to go, so they leave.  I wait a few minutes, then I leave too.

I mean, who wants to sit in the sauna with some middle aged crone?  Sorry, she looked nice - I'm sure she was nice..........

Going for the Gold

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Every 4 years the best of the best are on display for the whole world to see. This year, the USA sends some of the hottest athletes in the world to London giving us the best shot at Gold too.
Four years ago, China won seven of eight gold medals in diving at the Beijing Games. But this year, in London, American David Boudia, who finished 10th four years ago in Beijing, has a chance to give China an upset in the 10-meter platform.

The U.S. Men's Team Gymnastics team has very high hopes this year. The team includes Jake Dalton of Reno, Nev./University of Oklahoma; Jonathan Horton of Houston/Team Hilton HHonors (Cypress Academy); Danell Leyva of Homestead, Fla./Team Hilton HHonors (Universal Gymnastics); Sam Mikulak of Newport Coast, Calif./University of Michigan; and John Orozco of the Bronx, N.Y./Team Hilton HHonors (U.S. Olympic Training Center) and all are predictably hot!

This year, Team USA will see many young, ambitious swimmers come up through the ranks and compete for medals. This makes predictions much more interesting than in previous years because there is a lot more competition for open spots. 

Yes, there's the lean, amazing athlete Michael Phelps..but he may be out shined this year by another swimmer. He lost the 200-meter butterfly for the first time after a nine-year winning streak, and lost to Ryan Lochte in both the 200-meter individual medley and 200-meter freestyle at the 2011 world champs. He has also stated that he will not be swimming eight events at London as he did in Beijing, and this will likely be his last Olympics.

Even through all of this, Michael Phelps is still one of the world's fastest swimmers, and will at least win individual golds in the 100 and 200 butterfly.

That's just a few of the USA medal hopefuls. This should be an Olympics to watch..whether your looking to watch athletics or hot bodies!

Rage Against The Machine

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I was screwing around on the internet and decided to take a look at one of the "Roulette" cam sites. You know those sites, it scrolls around and you get a random stranger on cam and you two can chat online and see each other. Mostly, it's people just "nexting" everyone and it becomes a rotisserie of the unwanted, unattractive and unusual.

A few nights ago, I chatted with a nice guy.  He never showed me his face, and I never showed him mine. We were both shirtless, and flashed each other our cocks for a sec. As it turned out, he lived in New York. He asked for my email address, which I gave him and he said he would write me, but he never did.

On this night, in the boring, endless rotation, I stopped on "the odd". A man (I assume it was a man, since all I could see was his naked ass) and his toy. His toy was a machine..one of these "fucking machines" I've seen on the internet. It's basically a plunger type device, which moves automatically in and out of  his ass. While strange, unusual, odd and freaky...I couldn't help but stop for a few seconds (OK, minutes) to watch.

I can only wonder what the neighbors must think when dropping by to borrow a cup of milk. You can't really dress up the machine to be a coat rack.

All Clean (Well Almost)

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Had a rough few weeks, if you haven't noticed.
A few times the past few weeks I've been infeecfted with some malware on the blog. But, I've removed the offending information and we should be all good.

Sorry for the duplicate post today..that also got fucked up!
Really..it's so easy to get infected with stuff out there..

So, if I can give any advice..always be careful!

Don't Squeeze the Charmin!

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I often have the most success on Grindr when I'm out my usual area of home/work. When I travel for work, that's usually pretty successful because you find new guys..guys that are used to seeing the same ole' guys on there (don't we all?) and see someone different and jump into action.

I get chatted on there as I'm about to get on the highway back to my office. Cute pic..guys 26 years old, 195 lbs., and 6'1". He says he's looking for a top and when I tell him I'm on my way out of the area, he tells me to stop and turn around. I pull down a side street, pull over and park as we chat further. He sends some face pics, which are very, very impressive. He's damn cute. He sends one body pic, and while it doesn't turn me off..his body isn't nearly as hot as his face...but, that's cool.

He ends up inviting me over, and I spend more time looking for a spot than I would have liked, but finally, park and make my way up to his apartment. He opens the door and I was right: he is very cute. Nice smile, in a shirt and jeans and a turned around baseball cap. I end up sitting on his bed, and he rolls up a desk chair and we chat a little. He then asks me what I want to do (we already discussed this online, but I guess it was his was of making a seg-way toward some action). I pull him close to me and we kiss. He's really a great kisser and soon, he's removing his shirt and pulling off his jeans, revealing that he's not wearing any underwear. I too start taking off my clothes and we're making out, and I end up on top of him on the bed.

Things are getting pretty hot and I'm rubbing his smooth chest and his perky nipples - to which he responds with some very hot noises.

"You like that?" I ask as I tweak his nipples.
"Yea, you found my 'sweet spot'" he says.
"That was quick" I respond, and  he chuckles and pulls me closer with a kiss.  He grabs some lube and slathers up my hard cock and his too. I grab a condom off his dresser and roll it on as I place his legs on my shoulders and enter his hot asshole. He moans some more.

As I'm fucking him, he's softly saying: "hot" or "mm good" or "feels so good." It wasn't creepy at all..was nice..I'm far from verbal in bed..but, him appreciating our time together was nice.

After a while, I pull out of him and shoot a huge load on his balls, cock and chest and then as he's stroking himself I grab his sensitive nipples and rub them as his eyes roll in the back of his head and he too starts cumming.

"Damn man! You got me!" he said.
"Yea, I know the secret now." I tell him...."It's the nipples!"

We laugh and clean up. He invites me back "anytime I'm around" except he travels quite a bit. But, after the holidays he'll be around a lot more.

"Definitely" I tell him. This guy was super nice..super cute..and has a few sweet spots that I'd like to continue to explore.

Hump Day: Baptiste Giabiconi

Tittie Tuesday: Caught in The Act

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Ok, so have you ever been caught in the act?  I mean, you're giving yourself this crazy good SLS (self love session), and someone walks in, and catches you?

So, I come home from the gym, and no one is home. Sweet!  Naturally, I get out Pinky, and the fun starts. Oh, I should back up a sec.  I live in a condo high rise, on the 12th floor.  I have a kick ass view, by the way!  So, I'm coming home from the gym.  I'm in the elevator, and I notice a sign posted that says something about getting your stuff off the balcony, cuz there will be window cleaners on the outside of the building today. Whatevs.  My balcony is clutter-free, so I don't give it another thought.  So, where were we.  Oh, yes. I get naked, and lay on the bed.

I love laying on top of the bed naked.  I have a very plush down comforter, and it feels yummy. Sorry, I got kinda girly there, huh?  Anyway, I'm in the middle of a really good SLS, I have a fabulous mental fantasy going, and out of the corner of my eye....what the?  I see the reflection in my mirror of someone standing on my balcony, watching me!  I didn't bother to draw the blinds cuz, hello?  I'm on the 12th floor, no one can see me, right?  Except on Window Washing Day!!!




I scramble up and run into the bathroom.  Crap.  That was feeling like a really good one, too.  Damn. I stayed in the bathroom for 10 minutes before I felt calmed down enough to come out. And no, he wasn't still there.

Moral of the story?  Pay a little more attention to the notices in the elevator!

Boxing Ring

I know I'm no goody-goody. I mean, from the outside, maybe you say "this guy's boring. He doesn't drink, doesn't stay out late partying, watches what he eats..he's not fun." But, you guys know the true story - I'm a goody-goody with a secret.  My secret? I love guys...and it's starting to wear on me..just a little.

I'm finding..thinking that...well..that I'm kinda done with the men in the world and starting again with the same men. Does that make sense? I mean, shit, I've fucked a lot of guys..and I'm now..having some repeats...guys that I've eliminated, decided not to hang with..that they weren't my type..and now? Well, let's just say that sometimes I get surprised when I walk in the door and it's a guy I've been with before.

What does mean? I know..I'm a slut..I really am..and I'm not proud of it. But, what's a guy to do? I can't change..I need sex..sex with men...ideally, with the same man..over and over (and over) again! But, it's almost impossible to find and yes, I'm almost impossible to please! Most guys..I just don't find compatible.

So, I'm stuck fucking around with different guys. And now? Now, I'm on round two.

Gay Slang (V)

Can't Stop Now

It's an obsession..was always one even before I started losing weight. But now? Well, I've reached my goal..my original goal that is: 188. I've now surpassed the goal and heading south. 186.

How much is too much? Well, I've lost 12 pounds in about 100 days. I wasn't fat before, and now, I'm totally leaning up. I'm feeling great..liking what I'm seeing in the mirror..but still...want more.

It's not enough..I know that there are "plateus": time's in my weight loss that seem to just level out or stop and you make no further progress for a week or so. I hit one at about 190. Then, two weeks later suddenly, I started dropping pounds again. 190, quickly became 189..then the next week..187. Now, 186. Now...I've got new goals..a small one: 185. I haven't been 185 since...since...since I don't know when..maybe Grad School. Is my college weight in sight? 180? I think that could be almost impossible..or so I thought a few months ago. But, is it something I want to do?

Like I said..it's an addiction..an obsession. So, if the weight keeps dropping without further sacrifices on my part, without changing my program at all, I don't think I'm going to deny it. I still look in the mirror and see minor imperfections..but I always will. That's just me.

But, with 185 probably coming within the next week..can 180 be in my future?

Hump Day: Christian Hansen

Tittie Tuesday: Sex on the Brain? It's All Good!

So, hey.  Get your grande nonfat chai, and meet me over at that corner table.  Shit, you think to yourself. She's a chick.  Well, yea, I'm a chick.  Don't get all twitterpated, thinking that you can only relate to guys, cuz really there are a lot of cool chicks out in the big wide world.  Besides, isn't it ok to talk to peeps sometimes without thinking about getting it on with them?  I don't know.  You tell me.

Sometimes I think that even if we are married or in a relationship or not, it doesn't matter.  We are consciously or subconsciously always looking.  I heard a while ago some ridiculous statistic that said men think about sex a gazillion times during the day, and women don't. Really?  It made me wonder how many women they asked.  They sure didn't ask me.  I think about sex a lot.  I'm married, but it doesn't matter.  I still think about sex a lot.  And I don't see a problem with that.  And I mean that I think about sex with lots of guys other than my husband a lot.  I think that is normal.  There are hot guys everywhere, and I mean everywhere.  What am I supposed to do, walk around with blinders on?

I am surrounded by hot guys at the gym.  Well, ok, I am at a gym, so maybe the percentage would be higher than say, the grocery store.  Then, there is the guy at the Starbucks bar with the sexiest lips known to mankind, and when he asks if I want anything else, do I tell him that I want to bite his lower lip, and then dive into his mouth with my tongue?  Sigh, I guess not.  But anyway, I think you get the picture that I think about sex a lot.  I am a very sexual person.  And I have discovered that I am not the only girl out there who feels this way!

I will tell you a little story.  My best friend, Amy, has been my best friend for about 15 years.  She is single, by the way.  And as best friends, you can assume we talk about everything with each other.  Well, I think the only thing we don't talk about is my sex life with my husband.  But everything else is on the table.

Now, about 5 years into our friendship, we discovered that we both love reading erotic romance.  Ok, it's really porn, but I was trying to make it sound more sophisticated, but what the hell, it's porn.  And trust me, the author needs to be specific about sex.  None of this They kissed passionately, then the next day, blah, blah, blah.  I want the dirty details, or why bother reading it?  So, anyway, we had a whole new topic to discuss in our relationship.  We exchanged porn novels on a pretty regular basis.  And tell me there is really good sex in it, cuz otherwise, I don't want to waste my time!  So, our relationship expanded into talking about sex, positions, what we would and wouldn't do, etc.... Then one day, she picks me up, and we are driving in an unfamiliar part of town.  "Where are we going?", I say.  "Somewhere special", she says.  Ok, I'm up for anything.

We pull into the parking lot of a store called Cupid's Corner.  "We're going shopping.... for vibrators!" Wow.  I've always wanted one, but I've been too embarrassed to buy one.  So, we walk in, and I have to say, it was just like a regular store, in that it didn't make me feel weird or anything.  There weren't any creep peeps lurking around.  The girl behind the counter was really nice, and showed us lots of styles and sizes, how they worked, and gave us a clinic on what we needed to know.  Cool.  So, I got home with my very first vibrator.  She looks a little bit like a dick, but she's hot pink, and plastic, and she has little soft plastic bristles on one side of the end.  So, I named her Pinky.  Pinky is a she cuz she's hot pink.  Duh.  Pinky has become my best friend in the whole world.  I was smart and went out and bought a shitload of batteries, too.  I'm not stupid!

Whenever I'm home alone, I get Pinky out for a quickie, or a nice long session, depending on how much time I have.  Amy and I have talked about the kind we bought.  I think mine is better than hers.

So, I think what I'm saying is that having sex on the brain is a normal thing, girl or guy.  Or maybe I'm just trying to justify my own behavior!  Either way, it's all good!  Are there girls and guys out there, thinking about sex a lot?  Yes, there are.  You knew about the guys.  Now you know about the girls.

I'm out there.  I'm that girl.

Deathwish

It's something I think about often: what would happen, should something suddenly happen? You know, I take that step onto the busy city street, and wham! a bus strikes me down. Or driving home one day from work, I'm involved in some horrible car accident which leaves me dead as one of the victims. What would happen to my secrets? Would they be safe?

Well, it would be unlikely that anyone would knowingly tell my family..the few that actually know my family and my secret have no desire to either out themselves or do any harm to me, i.e., I've always left people on pretty good terms (Ross).  Others, those many..uh, hundreds of people at this point, may know that I'm married, but have little other knowledge of my whereabouts, or when I'd even be calling upon them again.  So what do I have to worry about?

Well, there is the phone and computer thing. I obviously have left multiple computer and phone trails to this and other sites, emails, phone numbers, contacts..they're all there for anyone interested in doing some thorough research. But, why would anyone do that? Who knows..nonetheless, it's still a concern of mine that someone, somewhere would email me after my untimely demise and let the proverbial cat out of the bag. Or that someone would somehow get into my computer..find out my phone password, somehow..open Pandora's Box.

They would see my calls..my texts, Grindr information, the websites I've been on, the Craigslist searches, the multitude of clear and plain evidence that I have so deftly tried to hide. After all this time, after so much careful planning, sneaking..to be found out after my demise...and it to be left out there for them to see. I worry about that..I worry that someone - my wife, kids, family - someone would see it and their world would spin out of control. People are no longer crying and mourning my death, but spitting in my grave..cursing my every existence. There should be a service..a person, an "app" you can use to wipe the slate clean..clean your phone, your computer archives..make sure that everything you've worked on to keep things secret remains a secret after you die.

I also worry..well, maybe worry wouldn't be the word, but I do have concern that if something should happen, that this blog..would suddenly go dark..and nobody would know - what ever happened to Bi Like Me? He just..just disappeared! Not a good bye..not a sign off...nothing!


So...just so you know..I'd never leave you guys in a lurch..I'd want to give a final, last goodbye. Whether I'm able to do that or not..is not up to me. So, I guess, I'm hoping for a painless, but not a quick death. I can see it now: trying to get the nurse to delete things from my phone, clear my web history and log onto this blog..while I dictate one last post..

I'd call it: "Close to the Edge".

Remember: Tomorrow: TITTIE TUESDAY! New writer at BiLikeME.

Now You've Done It

Well..now you've all done it..and I use the proverbial "you".

"You" anonymous commenters..
"You" guys without any balls..
"You" guys who don't want to have even an anonymous/fictitious name email account..
"You" anti-Semitic, closed-minded, intolerant assholes who read my blog, and have nothing to say but those bullshit, annoying, irrational comments.
 "You" who read in the safety of their own home..just to spew hatred yet aren't honest or gutsy enough to put yourself out there..despite the consequences like I do..every fucking day.

"You" the guys who are too ugly, fat, ashamed, scared, confused or stupid  to understand that intolerance, and scapegoating and bullying is what LGBT people should be fighting against..not promoting.

Yes "YOU."

 I've tried to ignore them. For all these years, I've published your asinine comments despite their content. But, I've had enough. I've now limited comments to only those who are registered Google account users. Hopefully, I'll get more constructive and rational comments.

And for those who aren't happy that they can't dish out their hatred on my blog anymore?

FUCK "YOU"

The Enemy

There is that famous exchange in the hit movie "When Harry Met Sally". It was a 1989 romantic comedy film directed by Rob Reiner. It stars Billy Crystal, as Harry and Meg Ryan, as Sally.  The story follows the title characters from the time they meet just before sharing a cross-country drive, through twelve years or so of chance encounters in New York City.

Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: No you don't.
Sally Albright: Yes I do.
Harry Burns: You only think you do.
Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?
Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: They do not.
Harry Burns: Do too.
Sally Albright: How do you know?
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

It's so true. There pretty much are no women that a man will not have sex with. There's always alcohol..and that makes almost any woman bed-able. And gay guys? Jeez..don't even go there..guys pretty much will have sex with a tree if it had a knot in it.

So, what do girls think? What makes them tick? Do they think about sex?  Have fantasies? Please..don't tell me they're all like my wife! There's got to be something behind them..the unknown..we, as guys..want to know more, no?

Well, as you all know..I've been looking for a writer for this blog...actually a few writers. One person in particular I was looking for is a girl.  Now, what would a girl want with a Bi guy's blog? Why would she even be reading it?

Well, there are a few girl readers to this blog..most probably are in the background..probably never comment. There are a few active commenters who are women. But, someone came across my emails..and after much back and forth..she agreed to write for my blog.

Why a girl? Why the fuck not? I love the fact that I'm going to get a totally different view point on here. I don't care if it's about politics, about cooking, about the weather...or about sex (ok, I do care..I want it to be about sex). And it couldn't just be you're Aunt Jemima or Auntie Emm writing here..it would have to be someone sexual..someone who is passionate..someone smart.

I've found that girl..yes That Girl. Beginning next Tuesday, I am incredibly excited to present "Tittie Tuesday's". She's sexy, brash, smart, and a blast to read. She's gonna make you think, like that famous line in "When Harry Met Sally".."I'll have what she's having!"

I hope you guys (and girls) are as excited about her writing here as I am. So, behave!  I'll definitely be monitoring the comments more closely..and, while I may be able to take the abuse (Actually, for the most part I just ignore some of you assholes)..I won't tolerate any abuse to my guest. See, I'm a gentleman after all.

Enough with dicks and asses! Gimme sum tittie!

Sweet Spot

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I often have the most success on Grindr when I'm out my usual area of home/work. When I travel for work, that's usually pretty successful because you find new guys..guys that are used to seeing the same ole' guys on there (don't we all?) and see someone different and jump into action.

I get chatted on there as I'm about to get on the highway back to my office. Cute pic..guys 26 years old, 195 lbs., and 6'1". He says he's looking for a top and when I tell him I'm on my way out of the area, he tells me to stop and turn around. I pull down a side street, pull over and park as we chat further. He sends some face pics, which are very, very impressive. He's damn cute. He sends one body pic, and while it doesn't turn me off..his body isn't nearly as hot as his face...but, that's cool.

He ends up inviting me over, and I spend more time looking for a spot than I would have liked, but finally, park and make my way up to his apartment. He opens the door and I was right: he is very cute. Nice smile, in a shirt and jeans and a turned around baseball cap. I end up sitting on his bed, and he rolls up a desk chair and we chat a little. He then asks me what I want to do (we already discussed this online, but I guess it was his was of making a seg-way toward some action). I pull him close to me and we kiss. He's really a great kisser and soon, he's removing his shirt and pulling off his jeans, revealing that he's not wearing any underwear. I too start taking off my clothes and we're making out, and I end up on top of him on the bed.

Things are getting pretty hot and I'm rubbing his smooth chest and his perky nipples - to which he responds with some very hot noises.


"You like that?" I ask as I tweak his nipples.
"Yea, you found my 'sweet spot'" he says.
"That was quick" I respond, and  he chuckles and pulls me closer with a kiss.  He grabs some lube and slathers up my hard cock and his too. I grab a condom off his dresser and roll it on as I place his legs on my shoulders and enter his hot asshole. He moans some more.

As I'm fucking him, he's softly saying: "hot" or "mm good" or "feels so good." It wasn't creepy at all..was nice..I'm far from verbal in bed..but, him appreciating our time together was nice.

After a while, I pull out of him and shoot a huge load on his balls, cock and chest and then as he's stroking himself I grab his sensitive nipples and rub them as his eyes roll in the back of his head and he too starts cumming.

"Damn man! You got me!" he said.
"Yea, I know the secret now." I tell him...."It's the nipples!"


We laugh and clean up. He invites me back "anytime I'm around" except he travels quite a bit. But, after the holidays he'll be around a lot more.

"Definitely" I tell him. This guy was super nice..super cute..and has a few sweet spots that I'd like to continue to explore.

TOMORROW! BIG ANNOUNCEMENT FOR CHANGES AT BiLikeMe!

Hump Day: Alim Khokonov

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