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Every morning, we gather here to contemplate, plan, soak up inspiration, harvest motivation, and get jacked up on coffee and confidence for a day of kicking ass.
WAKE THAT ASS UP, SON. IT’S MONEY MAKING TIME. WIPE THE SLEEP FROM YOUR EYES, SLAM SOME COFFEE, SNIFF SOME SMELLING SALTS, SLAP YOURSELF AND DO SOME JUMPING JACKS. WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET THE BLOOD PUMPING AT AN UNREASONABLE RATE THROUGH YOUR GOLDEN VEINS. WE ARE HERE FOR ONE REASON AND ONE REASON ONLY: TO HUSTLE. THAT IS OUR PURPOSE. STACK THE CASH. COLLECT THE PAPER. BUILD UP YOUR LOOT. ADD ZEROS TO YOUR BANK ACCOUNT. YOU HAVE TO BE AWAKE TO ACCOMPLISH THAT SHIT. SO WAKE YOUR ASS UP, HOE.
NOW THEN, FOCUS ON THE SHIT YOU WANT TO CRUSH TODAY. MAKE A LITTLE LIST ON A PIECE OF PAPER. THIS IS YOUR KILL LIST. AS YOU CRUSH OBJECTIVES, YOU CROSS THEM OFF THE LIST. YOU’RE A TASK ASSASSIN. SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GET OLD SCHOOL, LOSE THE TECHNOLOGY, AND JUST WRITE SOME SHIT DOWN. DO IT TO IT, LARS.
NOW GO GET SOME DEAD FUCKIN’ PRESIDENTS TO REPRESENT YOU.
What’s on your schedule this morning? What are you going to conquer today? Any special deals you plan on closing? Let us know in the comments section below. Positivity only. Build the energy. Come correct or don’t come at all..
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Ross Bolen
Ross Bolen is a New York Times Bestselling author, co-host of the Oysters, Clams & Cockles: Game of Thrones podcast, co-host of the Back Door Cover sports podcast, 2017 Masters attendee, bigger and more loyal Rockets, Astros and Texans fan than you, cheese enchilada aficionado, and nap god.
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Guys, the human race is in jeopardy. Our time of doing a bunch of dumb stuff just to pay for stuff and then feel empty inside after is limited. I think I have a solution. People are gonna have to man up and cuck out their wives, it will solve the lack of sex problem in many people’s lives. It will also increase the spread of disease which will line the pockets of medical companies while also forcing them to research more diseases and find more cures. I undertand people will die but a population decrease is needed anyway so that algorithms can automate most of our lives and AI can replace most labor jobs. The ultimate goal of this cucking thing is to reduce terrorism because idk about you but when I’m getting laid on a regular basis, I don’t want to see people burn in hell plus most of those terrorists never got laid enough which forced them to be weak minded and join a retarded group of false dreamers. The cucking will also be able to replace money and we can go back to bartering and fair trade which would release from the invisible shackles of our monetary system. It’s basic Cuckenomics, people. There’s literally no other way to fix society. Stay woke lol
Oh, and recycle. We have to fucking recycle, guys
I would say cucking out your wife is recycling.
Posting an article only 4 hours before posting another one? You’re sleep schedule is so fucked up, and it’s actually giving me anxiety.
Don’t you have bigger fisher to fry?
Not really, I’m not returning to my job in about a month, so I’ve lost all motivation
I have to present to the new employees at my commission explaining what my bureau does. My bosses didn’t like my idea of just saying “We’re the Bureau of Investigation & Enforcement. We investigate, and we enforce.”
My boss told me I’ll be getting a raise soon, for all my work bringing in clients and helping us grow. Life is good!
My boss has told me I’m getting a raise multiple times. Don’t assume.
That’s true. I shouldn’t get cocky or complacent with only a possibility, so the best solution is to just keep at it, no matter what.
I’m aggressively hungover (from a work happy hour, so I have to seem fine), and nothing but Garth Brooks, coffee, and sheer willpower is carrying me to lunch.
Had already guzzled half a pot only to find, when I strolled into the office ready to close deals and open minds, that my work-wife dropped off an iced frap at my desk out of the kindness of her golden heart. Now, I’m wound-up and dialed-in to soar into a four-day weekend. Heading out East first thing tomorrow for crab cakes and street rods. May the wind be at at your backs and the sun on your face, gang.
I did that one time. I was so jacked up on caffeine I closed a 4 million dollar deal and when I finally calmed down I realized I was talking to my desk lamp.
I’ll be working the draft 8am to midnight while getting that sweet, sweet, overtime.
Please don’t let the Browns take a quarterback #1.
Flying solo in the lab today, so I’m cranking the tunes and getting shit done.
Myles Garret No matter what
The Metro is fucked today so I’m taking a bus.