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Monday, July 19, 2010

Sunshine, Rainbows and Fairies, oh my!



Today being Monday and all, I thought I would write about positive, upbeat and sweet things like sparkles, fluffy kittens, fairy princesses and rainbows. I mean who doesn’t dream of skipping through a field of daisies on a lovely sunshiny day? Or, oh my gosh, being able to wish upon a shooting star? Or even better still, being a beautiful fairy princess and living in a magical enchanted forest? And good golly, doesn’t just fantasizing about it make you all giddy and fill your heart with warm fuzzies and oodles of love? ...

Um, yeah right. Did you honestly believe for one teensy second that we were going there? I think NOT! Cause this isn’t the fricking ‘Hallmark-Disney for Dorks’ blog and The Ranter’s Box doesn’t do the gross mushy stuff my faithful friends! Instead, I’m thinking it’s time for another segment of:

DJ for a Minute – You’ve Got Another Thing Comin’



I’m dedicating this Judas Priest classic to those greedy, negligent asshat executives over at BP. In the event any of those d-bags have the mistaken notion that they are suddenly heroes and that the world is going to roll out the red carpet and throw a parade in their honor -- just because they finally managed 90 days later to put a temporary cap on the blown well that has been spewing millions of gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico, well they have another thing coming! ..I’m just saying…