with RISP until May.  Write it down. (If then.)

Hate to say I told you so, but I told you so.  No guts, no glory.

"Oh, please,please,please walk me."  It's gone beyond bad, it's actually sad now to watch.

He's scared to death, and it ain't gonna get no better folks! (Pardon the bad English.) The more this gutless wonder thinks about it, the worse he's gonna be.  

How unbelievably pitiful.  Shame on you Eric, you're stealing money.