Lisa Birger: Once again about men's menopause
Lisa Birger At forty, he returns home. To the mother, whose hopes he destroyed. To a friend who is sick and bored and in life is occupied with just a question: “When to do gymnastics, in the morning or evening?” To a woman who has a large ass and black antennae above the upper lip, who loves him, but he cannot fall in love. At the age of forty, something still, who already lost, he returns home and counts on something.