Happy Life
What is there to show, sneakers or something? I gave the elevators to my sister.
Why would she need them, she already has heels (in every sense).
By the way, I'm also too short for basketball. I don't even know where to fit in anymore.
Look, in America you might be on the short side, but in the CIS you'll pass just fine, no questions asked, with your 187 cm. We don't really have many representatives of other ethnicities here who could compete with that height. The main thing is not to carry extra weight, so being a full 230x230 ogre probably wouldn't be optimal, but 230x90+ — that's a different story. Where 230 is height and 90 is weight.
My brother is a Stakhanovite. Works hard, cleans roofs, does odd jobs, works as a loader. I feel a bit sorry for him. And for myself too.
Well, how else are you supposed to survive these days? Stakhanov, by the way, died a long time ago, he lived in the 20th century. If they had paid him more for his overwork — maybe it would have been fine, but back then, yeah, he did it purely out of ambition, apparently. He probably didn't get any more rubles than some slacker. So if anyone ever tells you "grind like Stakhanov" — don't listen, those times are gone. Grind if you'll get more cash, and if not — tell them where to stick it. It's not worth it.
Also, my head has gotten smaller somehow. Old age or something.
That's just your imagination, your head couldn't have shrunk. The skull is the foundation there; even if the brain shrank, in theory, the bone wouldn't get any smaller. Most likely you just didn't measure it correctly, either then or now.
By the way, has anyone ever seen Hermit?
He apparently emigrated to Canada a while back on an LGBT visa. But that's just my guess based on his earlier preferences, I won't say it with certainty. It's quite possible he took the SMO social elevator and has found success by now, and no longer visits outcasts like us.