This year, we will kill every last wasp on the planet and at least half of the ones from outer space. They suck. Really bad.
We are committed to preserving this nation's wetlands so future generations may never go there just as we were blessed to never have gone there.
What the hell is wrong with Beyonce? Oh, wait. That's Mariah Carey. My bad.
Anyway, in this new tiny baby infant year that has flopped gracefully from the uterus of 2013 just now, Crock Inc will invent a new word. Not immediatley, but later in the year. Maybe In March, or neither. (I know. Did it on purpose.)
If you are wondering what changes are being made immediatley, here they are:
We will no longer be using the word "talliwhacker".
We no longer accept American Express.
We suddenly love baked beans.
Clear is now a color.
All employees named Dick are promoted to the head of "in charge".
The company librarian is now a demon named Fractumettik who feasts on silence and puppies.
Lies are now called "misleading tales of untruth meant to mislead for you own damn good".
You know, just the standard stuff.
Obviously this will be a hell of a year, but if you don't shut your mouth we'll have you appointed Secretary of Last Year, also effective immediately.