Calibre of You.

About Sardukar

Hope is..whatever the fuck Kianto said. Who reads this shit anyway? I mean, Jesus. Get a life. Go outside, have a woman or a man or a small pet. I don't care. Just do something with your worthless carcass, you giant ulcer on the tongue of humanity. It's not hard. Plenty of retarded shitwits make perfectly solid life decisions at least one-quarter of the time. You oughta be able to do that at least goddamn ONCE. Surely you can't be as stupid, short-sighted, ignorant and flat-ass lazy as you seem. Surely. Fuck's sake, does even your mother have any use for you? I bet not. I bet she looks at you and remembers what life was like when she was young, skinny and still had hope. Then you failed to abort properly and voila. Here you are. Asshole.