I hate TLC.
DONT WANT NO SCRUBS? EH?! DON'T WANT NO SCRUBS? THEY'll STILL BE SCRUBBING YOU OFF THE BLEEDING ROAD NOW "LEFT EYE". HA!
Cheers for this chance to intentionally crash her man-hating car. I hate anti-male slags that use their songs to make sure men suffer in the long run! Picture this: you've got a lovely bird making googly eyes and small-talk at ya down the local club, you've both had a few to drink and you think its going quite well. Suddenly that damn "No Scrubs" song comes on and her fat, porcine mate with no date grabs her and drags her to the dancefloor. You turn around to find every guy there looking at the dancefloor or at their drinks as all the women migrate to the centre and link arms, wailing the lyrics. She starts pointing at you in the courus and your heart sinks. They somehow morph into a giant porcupine of jabbing fingers and every guy there knows he's not getting any tonight. "It's O.K" you think, "maybe I can salvage tonight after all". Then Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" comes on. And the wailing and whooping increases. You get out double-quick before the Y-chromasome lynching starts.
Hathankyou!