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I thought it only fitting that this Flashback Friday, which happens to actually be on the 1st, go back to this story of resolutions from 2015. Read the original by clicking here or just enjoy the update below.
“Nah, it’s nothing.”
“No, man, it’s something. You’re gettin’ really swole.”
“Yeah, what’s your secret, bro? You on the gear?”
“Nah, nothing like that, but I do have an advantage. My gym buds are almost here and we have a special technique that might be best to just show you. But you have to promise not to freak out and really give it a chance.”
“Yeah, we’re totally jockin’ up.”
“Huh. I always questioned his legitimacy, but it seems to be working for you guys.”
“Totally. And if you want to truly bulk up, it’s all about getting that testosterone flowing through you. You just feel Coach’s words inside you as you work with your gym buds on getting that pump before you hit the weights. Come on over, Johnson, and help us show them.”
Though I normally do Flashback Fridays on the 1st Friday of the month, I thought it might be fun to do one for Christmas as well. Happy Holidays from Coach!
Santa was surprised that the elves had given him his presents early this year.
Sugarplum had given Santa delicious eggnog. Snowflake had given the gift of a relaxing hypnosis playlist.
And Twinkle had given Santa a jock made special just for him. It seemed odd to Santa, but he decided to try it on that night anyway as he laid down.
The eggnog had made him feel sleepy, but he figured he’d throw on the hypnosis too. He had a big night of delivering toys ahead, and he needed his rest.
Little did Santa know that the elves had infused all three items with Christmas magic. The eggnog he had drank right before bed made his mind open to change. The hypnosis suggested the changes. And the jock was to cement the outcome…
That Santa would transform into a jock.
Santa couldn’t believe how amazing he felt when he woke up.
“I’ll have no problems going down the chimneys this year!” he twinkled, followed with a “Ho Ho Ho” deeper than he’d ever given before. “And I’m sure the toy sack will feel lighter than ever!”
“You’re not afraid the kids will be disappointed?”
“No, but Mrs. Claus may be… I seem…. different somehow.”