#5foot11

[orbitalpirate]

Who do you think the tallest on the team is?

The wonderful @yorkshire-rockchick has done the work of taking the team heights from various sources and putting them in order (some were unlisted and are an approximation on our part)

6foot4: Paul Reynolds, Jan Maas, Tommy Winchester, Ugo Babatunde

6foot3: Tom O'Brien, Thierry Zoreaux

6foot2: Kyle McCracken

6foot: Isaac Mcadoo, Robbie Roberts, Sam Obisanya

5foot11: Dani Rojas, Jeff Goodman

5foot10: Jamie Tartt, Colin Hughes, Declan Cockburn

5foot9: Bhargava, Anders Rosenfeldt

5foot8: Richard Montlaur

5foot7: Arlo Dixon, Sasha Kukoč

5foot5: Moe Bumbercatch

[lucasbarr]

jack gets hit by a spell that properly babyfies him and dean IMMEDIATELY enters mom mode he's in his element he's thriving cas is swooning etc. but then sam notices that dean's like kinda clingy and protective about jack but with him specifically, like he doesn't like leaving sam alone with him and when he confronts him dean is like. dude you don't exactly have a good track record with my children! like it's different when jack is 5foot11 and the most powerful being on earth and sam likes him but now he's tiny and defenseless and needy and dean HATES that he feels like he can't trust sam but he also can't just turn it off and it turns into a whole Thing

queue flashbacks with bobby-John, Emma, etc. lol

[cozycreaturescorner]

for the dating thing, don't know how tall I am but its 5foot8 -5foot11. I would do the apostrophe thing but i can never remember which way it goes. im a charming english peasant however i can and ~w i l l~ make you bread. also honey is 10/10. i have straight brown hair that gets greasy quickly but i shower everyday so it's okey dokey. my eyes are slightly uneven but i think that they're a very pretty colour. also I'll share my crystal collection with you. thank you for reading my autobiography

v good autobiography, thank you! i'd date you, you sound v cool and sweet!

let's bake bread together sometime bby

[askdurianrider]

Hey Harley! My bf currently weighs 320lbs @ 5foot11. He’s been vegan for 6 months now, after a pretty disordered eating past (keto before me 🙄) and as spring is coming around, he wants to buy a bike so we can go ride & lose weight. I have read and reread your lean body bible and carb the fuck up book and I’ve gone through an epic transformation myself, I just don’t know if there are weight restrictions on road bikes, or if you’d advise something different due to his current weight. Help!!??

If he is following my protocol STRICT then he will be down to 150lb at that height in due time.

Id recommend he gets a hardtail 29er mountain bike and when he is under 200 get on a Trek Emonda ALR5.

[7th-sense-assassin]

Homeboy @nurks came by the shop today and i gave him my blessing 📷 @hannashelton20 #trumanbarbershop #barber #baller #assazsin #nurks #6foot10 #5foot11 #hoodlegendz #legendstatus (at TRUMAN BARBERSHOP)

[mdee123]

The one that would eventually get away.. (incomplete)

She had met him at the club. During one of those nights she had dropped by just to see people dance and listen to some loud music. Her friends with her because, Becky had landed a bigwig that loved to spoil her and although Nancy loved to judge her lifestyle, most times she’d tag along for the free booze. While they were all on the dance floor, around the time the club gets empty, drunk drivers cause accidents and girls so easily make the desicion, to go home with a man they’d barely recognize if they bumped into them following morning, Tim had walked up behind her to dance with her. Later ‘Afrikan Star’ would become their jam for this simple reason. She had let him. Those were the effects of the after glow comma she had been experiencing, the cologne and the warmth that escaped him when he hugged her lightly from behind and sang every lyric of that song to her as if he had written and edited it countlessly for it to be what she had never realized before. Catchy.

At this point it is important for this story that I point out that aside from wanting to be around guys with corny pickup lines, and chics that shokid to even a reggae song, she had hoped to bump into a guy, who like her was looking to meet someone. That sounds like someone that had been looking to find love in the club no? Well this twenty two year old graduate fresh out of Uni with a bag of dreams and two pairs of heels; one of which she had worn tonight knew too well with her handful of experiences that the only two things that could come from the night life, were a good laugh on the dance floor and more often than not, a make out session at the parking lot, but still she hoped that a decent guy would somehow even unknowingly or unwillingly find himself in the club that night. And so after the song, he would signal her to step out for them to talk which she did. They stood at the parking lot him leaning on a black Subaru which she would later find out was his friends and her standing right in front him. She had a good glimpse of how he looked. About 5foot11, short-sighted with red-framed glasses. He wore a black shirt, with those half coats upper-middle class men in Nairobi wear, blue jeans, boat shoes with what looked like happy socks which she noticed now slowly finding her sobriety. “You’re a good dancer,” he said. They now barely heard the noise and music from the club. His voice was as deep as Nick Odhiambo's with a bit of responses making it sound like he had just woken up. Nonetheless, it was okay because she could trace a slight ‘Nairobi guy’ accent, you know the ones where they mix English and Swahili while speaking but make it sound like they just constructed a full grammatically correct English sentence. She liked that.

“Says the guy that creeped up right behind me?”

“Yet you didn’t stop dancing. My name is Tim by the way,”

Grinning to hide that she wasn’t used to guys that sang to her before she even learnt their name, she stretched out her hand and said, “Cathy,”

He graciously shook it and what followed was most likely one of those nights you never forget even when old and gray. The sky was littered with stars, the moon fairly showing off that night and around them people nursing alcohol poisoning. They must have talked about everything. He was in Tech, twenty-six years old with one of those fully furnished apartments on Ngong’ road, a little corkiness up his sleeve a lot of charm and pillow lips. She knew this because there was no way she was not going to kiss a guy with a job, prospects and …. wait for it a girlfriend that had been looking for him the past one hour. She was also the one that had rudely interrupted their conversation.

“Tim, kumbe you were here,” she said like she was so used to him sneaking off to talk to other women when they were out clubbing. She was drunk and her PDA towards him, clearly answered the question that was now, the ‘elephant’ in the parking lot. He had obviously come here with his girlfriend. Cathy, trying to behave that she did not just kiss a man right under his girlfriend’s nose stood up abit more straight, slightly cleared her throat and fixed her braid behind her ear.

“Nakam, I’m just catching up with a friend. Go and get the car keys from Kev and bring them so that we can get you your jacket,”

Oblivious of anything that had just happened, barely even noticing Cathy, she walked back to the club noticeably staggering.

“Girlfriend huh?”

“Sort of, uh…. Can we have another sitting to talk about it?”

“To talk about what? I think it’s pretty clear that I need to grab my friends and go home. She’ll be back in a few.” She said that almost convincing herself that that was what she wanted to

[firebrand1229]

Aint even flexing, son! I've done the math and I'm on track to be at 244lbs in 6 months. It's time for legitness. Who is in #Tennessee and the ants to start hitting the gym with me to back in the groove of things? Let's do this together! #AdvocareStuff #IWorkout #5Foot11 #174lbs #Legitness #HotBod #YouKnowIt #Focused #GetHealthy #StayPassionate #StayFocused