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Twas the night before christmas and all thorugh the gym
not a creature was juicing cuz good sources were slim
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some vials soon would be there;
The bros were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of D-bols danced in their heads;
with mamma in her g-string, My Cialis I took,
just got into bed, things started to cook.
When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I covered my dick to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters to yell at some ass..
Thr streetlights shone on the new fallen snow
made everything clear as day down below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a big old driver, so buffed and thick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Test E! now, EQ! now, Deca and D-bol!
On, Cyp! on Winny! on, Tren and T-bol!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now inject away! pop away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of pins, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed like a powerlifter, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of gear he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pusher just opening his pack.
His body so massive, must've weighed a ton!
But his legs were like trees, his fat, he had none!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
A protein shake was clutched in his hand,
on his left knee a patella band;
He had a square jaw and a very wide chest,
A perfect V-shape, this guy was the best.
He was ripped and shredded, a right jolly buffed elf,
And I gasped when I saw him, ashamed of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew up after taking milk thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Pro-muscle has the best sources, they're all outta sight!"
not a creature was juicing cuz good sources were slim
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some vials soon would be there;
The bros were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of D-bols danced in their heads;
with mamma in her g-string, My Cialis I took,
just got into bed, things started to cook.
When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I covered my dick to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters to yell at some ass..
Thr streetlights shone on the new fallen snow
made everything clear as day down below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a big old driver, so buffed and thick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Test E! now, EQ! now, Deca and D-bol!
On, Cyp! on Winny! on, Tren and T-bol!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now inject away! pop away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of pins, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed like a powerlifter, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of gear he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pusher just opening his pack.
His body so massive, must've weighed a ton!
But his legs were like trees, his fat, he had none!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
A protein shake was clutched in his hand,
on his left knee a patella band;
He had a square jaw and a very wide chest,
A perfect V-shape, this guy was the best.
He was ripped and shredded, a right jolly buffed elf,
And I gasped when I saw him, ashamed of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew up after taking milk thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Pro-muscle has the best sources, they're all outta sight!"
