It won't be long now, I can see your rising star in the Isle of Doberman and believe me, no one is happy. There will be hard times ahead. Just look in the mirror, it ain't working out. Unfortunately for you it's time to get a job and stop having your friends pay for everything. They say there's no room in this world for quitters. They were evidently wrong. Quit. Give up. It's time to start holding back if you know what I mean. Also there have been more than a few complaints about your aroma. I'll cut to the chase. You stink. Stinky.