fourtithird
school was okay today...we spent the entire math period on one problem that even the teacher couldnt solved and then i pissed her off by rubbing in the fact that the yankees lost 4 in a row and the red sox are movin on...in business class some kid threw a paper airplane and lowe got all pissy about it and she started talking about how the person who threw it should make the "ethical" decision and tell her that they did it...in spanish we had a sub...AGAIN...molina is never there and when he is he sits in that chair the whole time...but this time he was sick...his ear was whistling lol...in lunch i supposedly got yelled at for cutting...so nothing really exciting happened so heres the song for today:
If Britney is a virgin, then I’m the King of Spain, and Christina looks like a poodle that isn’t potty trained. Whitney was gonna sing a song, but she got too high. Cuz divas are skanks, divas are skanks, divas are skanks. Mariah had a breakdown. Shania’s teeth are fake, and Celine’s constant shrieking is more than I can take. If J-Lo had any class she might know how to spell. I remember in the good ole days when divas kept their clothes on. I remember in the good ole when divas wrote their own songs. Let’s all get together and dance around like sluts. Dressing up like hookers and show off their big butts. Working at the Moulin Rouge, not much of a stretch. Shakira please shake you ass for me. Shakira please belly dance for me. Whenever, wherever, we meant to be together and I be here and you be there and that’s the deal my… Divas are skanks, Divas are skanks, Divas are skanks.
If Britney is a virgin, then I’m the King of Spain, and Christina looks like a poodle that isn’t potty trained. Whitney was gonna sing a song, but she got too high. Cuz divas are skanks, divas are skanks, divas are skanks. Mariah had a breakdown. Shania’s teeth are fake, and Celine’s constant shrieking is more than I can take. If J-Lo had any class she might know how to spell. I remember in the good ole days when divas kept their clothes on. I remember in the good ole when divas wrote their own songs. Let’s all get together and dance around like sluts. Dressing up like hookers and show off their big butts. Working at the Moulin Rouge, not much of a stretch. Shakira please shake you ass for me. Shakira please belly dance for me. Whenever, wherever, we meant to be together and I be here and you be there and that’s the deal my… Divas are skanks, Divas are skanks, Divas are skanks.