Oh! Before I got going about discriminatory organisations and my inability to throw things away, I meant to initiate you into the next level of awesome. I like singing/rapping/yodelling in the shower. Usually I make up my own tunes, but this morning I found myself somehow singing something from ages ago.
Here’s what you do. You put on your most British accent – Mr. Belvedere, kids – and you speak the chorus of that No Scrubs song in beat with the music (in your head). So:
I don’t want no scrubs.
A scrub is a guy who can’t get no love from me.
Hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend’s ride
trying to holla at me.
Spoken with the right tone of haughtiness, this shit is funny. I promise.
No, I don’t want your numba.
No, I don’t want to give you mine.
No, I don’t want to meet you nowhere.
No, I don’t want none of your time.
Tags: british accent, creativity, flair, fun, rap, scrubs, shower, singing, TLC
May 21, 2008 at 7:34 am |
I refuse to participate… however I would not be above watching you do this on You Tube. Please Consider