Mission statement
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If Samuel L. Jackson wrote your Mission Statement:
When do we start to fuck things up around here? When do we eake up and smell that damn proverbial coffee? Just give me my orders chief and get the hell out of my way, cause I'm going to drive through it like a hot knife through butter. It's a gaddoman mission, y'all. You gotta stick and move now boy or you're going down in the first round when you are blindsided by some kinda vicsious right hook form the unknown. Believe you me, there is no happily ever after around these parts - just the long road out, the long way down, a souvenier stand at the scenic overlook, and the even longer way back. So let's get the whip crackin'. The Colonels secret recipe is to consult the manual and then shred it to pieces. You gotta hit the other guy when he ain't looking and pray to whatever god you believe in to have mercy on his soul, cause the devil is sitting high and pretty on your right shoulder, calling out the shots.
The only thing holding you back are the jealous rantings of all the people who know absolutely shit about your life. They've nebver walked a goddamn ten yards in your Doc Martens, let alone a fuckin' mile. You keep listening to them amd you'll make it as far as the outskirts of this shitty little one horse town before you drop dead of aserious lack of self confidence.
So you want a mission statement? Get one thing straight - you wanna pklay with the big boys you gotta be willing to get up when th eblood is running in your eyes and your mind is screaming at you to stop. Can you handle that Motherfucker? Cause this ain't your last chance, it's your only chance. Thi sis no motherfucking dress rehearsal. Let me kniow when you're getting the picture son. If you need a perscription from Dr. Fellgood to make it through the goddamn day, you need to go back to the minor leagues.