Stripical Behavior

So Stacey and I are admittedly very white chicks. And true to the stereotype about our fellow lack-of-pigmenters, we can not dance for squat.

BUT! We ain’t no quitters. Instead of rolling over and settling for the one acceptable white person dance that God gave us (you know, the Carlton side-step, snap n‘ twist), we decided to oh-so wisely invest our precious mula in Carmen Electra’s Advanced Striptease DVD, oh yeah.

Obviously, during the first run through, we looked like a pair of baby giraffes learning to walk for the first time. But after…ohh...the twenty-third, twenty-fourth viewing, we had that suckah nailed, like the bona fide sex pistols that we clearly are.

So much so, in fact, that we decided that Ms. Electra could no longer hold a candle to our expert stripnotizing moves. So we shut that amateur shiznit off, grabbed some props, and took our routine to the next level.

Like any good, little, rising strip star, we looked to la crème de la crème for inspiration…aka Britney Spears, pre-nose dive into the deep end of the crazy pool - we must have watched the I’m a Slave for You video at least 43,857,437 times.

Totally worth it.

At the end of the day, we had choreographed our own full-length, professional quality, naughty librarian strip tease, chock-full of saucitude.

Time well spent, oh yeah.