Look at this nerdy boy. He’s living out his dumb jock boy fantasy. He thinks he’s not in his room. But it is. He thinks he’s wearing his nerdy clothes. He isn’t. He doesn’t realize it’s his reality now. You don’t realize it’s your reality now, either.
The new team prospect has arrived. So skinny but full of potential. He doesn’t know it yet but once his jock bro turns his hat backward in the car, he won’t be so shy and timid about his new living situation. He’ll be a dumb jock bro like the rest of them. His new clothes are already back at the compound so his luggage will mysteriously disappear. Oh and they’ll have to stop by a barbershop on the way to his new home. That mop has to go.
You live for football. You are a jock boy.
You dedicate your life to football. You are a dumb boy.
You play football. You are a dumb jock boy.
Ever since drinking the jock formula, the monkey is smarter than him now.
The team of dumb, good jock bro boys continue to grow and grow…
[400 FOLLOWER SPECIAL]
You are going to visit a friend clear across the country in California. Unfortunately, the airline lost your luggage. You tells your best friend what has happened and so he lets you borrow some clothes he just bought yesterday. What a great friend. A tank and some sweats, nothing special. They didn’t fit as well as they would have on his good-looking friend. You see, you are a bit chubby, a pasty white and had unkempt hair, body hair and didn’t look good in these types of clothes. You are jealous. Looking in a mirror after brushing your teeth, you sighed. It was bedtime already.
And so you slept. It was the best sleep you’ve gotten in years.
You wake up early in the morning, yawned and noticed something different about yourself. You stumble to the bathroom to see an unfamiliar face and body before him. Hair neatly styled, no body hair, muscles and a toned body. “Like what you see, bro” his friend casually asked with a smug look. He nodded slowly, “but this can’t be possible.” Your mind was racing and he was scared. You love this but at what cost. “Bro, you need to chill,” his friend says. He walks over to you with one last gift. It’s a hat. Your friend pats you on the shoulder and embraces, “later bro” he whispers. The friend then places the hat, backwards, on your head. Tightly. All thought immediately ceases, the person you once were is gone now.
“I’m chill bro, I’m chill,” you say with a smug look.
This is you now. You took the tank top and snapback from the stranger on the street after he dropped his food on you and ruined your casual clothes. He was a nice guy. There’s no going back now. You’ve always been tan, don’t doubt it. You’ve always had this vacant stare because its true, nothing is there. You have always called everyone bro, brah or bruh. That’s just you. Now. Accept it and move on, bruh. You’re a bro now.
I guess it’s time to join them. They aren’t giving you an option here. They ambushed you in the street. Go drink the formula-laced beer they’ve offered you. It’ll hurt but it’s worth it. Your stare at the clothes before you – baseball cap, tank top with Zoo York on it, the basketball shorts, the Nike socks and shoes. You down the beer. You gain muscles. Lose intelligence. These are your bros. Why are you wearing nerdy clothes? Time to go get changed. Time to roam the streets. Time to go make more friends…
He sat there, smiling at the camera. He loved the camera now. Ever since moving here and living with a complete stranger he met online, his muscles have exploded. His shirts have gotten tighter. He started wearing hats. He’s started getting his head buzzed. He’s even gotten some tattoos. He’s gotten cocky as well. A new name. And really dumb. His family won’t even know Orc recognize him. At all. Ever again.
The young man had met this group of four frat boys on the tour. They invited him to hang out as the fifth member of their little tour group. He accepted thinking it could be fun. But first a bathroom trip. They agreed and went with him, they had to go too. He was weary of these frat boys. He’s pretty nerdy and chubby.
Once there, the frat boys knocked him out cold. They ripped off his short sleeve nerdy t-shirt and blue jeans. They put on a blue tanktop and some dark blue track pants. They placed a pair of sunglasses on him. The sunglasses will keep him in a constant and suggestible haze. Until they get back to the car where they keep the hats, iPod with the files and of course, the dumb jock bro formula.
Time to endure this educational tour crap, then it’s onwards to add one more to their group. Will it be you?
I would like to think he has dumb jock bro darts in that gun. That if he shot you, you’d turn into a dumb jock bro. That would make world dumbmination far more easy.
Yeah then he’d suit you up with your own gun so you can spread the dumb fun
Muscle Tf Lover 