I need a pep talk. It doesn’t matter what it’s about. So, post your pep here.
Pucker up and buckle down, son! Think of all the old faded men’s magazines you’ll find in your drawers. Don’t think, just do it. When you get stuck, scream at a subordinate. Chocolate. Don’t forget the cocolate.
You can do it, slugger! Go get 'em. Don’t let the bastards get you down. Chin up. No pain, no gain. The longest journey starts with a single step, and that first step is admitting you have a problem. Every cloud has a silver lining. A fool and his fools gold are soon parted. When the tough get between a rock and a hard place, they gather no moss. Take two in the morning with breakfast and call me in a week if it doesn’t clear up. An apple a day keeps the teacher at bay. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth without making sure you keep the receipt, because the customer is always right. To thine own self be true! 
u can do it.
w00t
F**k the begrudgers.
A Man is how he believes.
Slan,
D. 
So far, although differing widely in style, these are indeed peppy. More please.
The best pep talk I have heard is from the late Jim Valvano. Jim was giving his first pep talk to his JV (junior varsity) team at Rutgers University. He had read about a speech given by Packer legend Vince Lombardi before Lombardi’s first game as head coach and wanted to use it. Lombardi waited away from the players and when it was about 3 minutes to game time, Lombardi burst through the doors of the locker room and glowered at his players, and delivered the following:
“All eyes on me. Gentlemen, we will be successful this year, if you can focus on three things, and three things only. Your family, your religion and the Green Bay Packers.”
The Packers knocked the walls down and the rest was history.
Now back to Jimmy V as a 21-year old JV coach at Rutgers University:
Exactly at three minutes, I go to knock the doors open just like Lombardi. Boom! They don’t open. I almost broke my arm. Now I was down, the players were looking. Help the coach out, help him out. Now I did like Lombardi, I walked back and forth, and I was going like that with my arm getting the feeling back in it. Finally I said, “Gentlemen, all eyes on me.” These kids wanted to play, they’re nineteen. “Let’s go,” I said. “Gentlemen, we’ll be successful this year if you can focus on three things, and three things only. Your family, your religion and the Green Bay Packers,” I told them. I did that. I remember that. I remember where I came from.
Every day is a new chance to get it right. No matter what happened the day before, strap on yer gear and try it again.
Dale, Dale, he’s our man!
If he can’t do it, nobody can!
~W o o o o o o o!~
Dale
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Today is the last day of the first part of your life.
Yer gonna fail. Might as well roll up in a ball now, as go any further. Its all in vain. We’re dying even as we stand here. What’s the use in living any longer?
Oh, you wanted a PEP talk. Sorry! 
djm
That was a POOP talk.
Here you go, Dale:
Uh…you don’t have a twicer live-at-home adult son arrested yet again for major DUI while driving your prize lawnmower in front of God and all the neighborhood and becoming something of a state notorilebrity for it.
Count your blessings?
Go… go get them… Tiger. You have the… ability, to do whatever it is you set your mind… to. You’re a star–a shining star. So you go, and you shine, like… like a star.
Gimme a U! Gimme an N! Gimme a D! Gimme an I! Gimme an S! Gimme a P! Gimme another U! Gimme a T! Gimme an E! Gimme another D!
What’s that spell?!?!?
INDISPOSED!
Uh, no . . . wait.
Jack Handey offers this for pep, and it seems very apt considering Dale’s recent bee-experiences:
Whenever anyone says “I can’t,” it makes me wish he’d get stung to death by about ten thousand bees. When he says “I’ll try,” five thousand bees. (“I can,” one bee.)
My encouragement comes from Eeyore’s Gloomy Little Instruction Book:
Even at the very bottom of the river, don’t stop to say to yourself, “Is this a Hearty Joke, or the Merest Accident?” Just float to the surface and say to yourself, “It’s wet”.
As the late Mister Rogers used to say:
- It’s you I like,
It’s not the things you wear,
It’s not the way you do your hair–
But it’s you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you–
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys–
They’re just beside you.
But it’s you I like–
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you’ll remember
Even when you’re feeling blue
That it’s you I like,
It’s you yourself,
It’s you, it’s you I like.
And to think they let a creep like that near children! 
djm
I absolutely loved Jack Handy. I’m sure we’ve had a thread or two on our favorite Deep Thoughts.
To me, clowns aren’t funny. In fact, they’re kind of scary. I’ve wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”
I think a good gift for the President would be a chocolate revolver. and since he is so busy, you’d probably have to run up to him real quick and give it to him.