Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Clarice had totally never realized how much good stuff was in the clothes box! To think, she'd been going around in sweats and jeans, on a tropical island. Who did that??? It was totally like Club Med, but without the Med. Or the Club. Well, maybe the Med, because there was the clinic, right? Anyway, she was way pale, not to mention dressed like somebody's GRANDMA or something, and that was so not cool.
The clothes box totally rocked, though, because it gave her the CUTEST outfit. Seriously cute. Plus, it showed off her ass. Clarice had a really great ass, she thought, even though she didn't look at it very often because when she did that she ended up turning around in circles and it made her dizzy.
Wait. What was she- Oh, right. The outfit. DUH.
There was the most adorable little skirt, plaid like a uniform. It was really short, but Clarice didn't mind because, as was already said, she had a great ass. The shirt she found was button-up, so she could leave it unbuttoned and just tie it in front. It totally worked, and hey, BONUS! It showed off her rack. That was important.
So, like, as Clarice had been walking down the hall, she heard what had to be the FUNNEST song on the jukeboxthingy. She didn't know the words, but it so didn't matter because she was all about dancing. Clarice had always wanted to be a pole dancer. She just hadn't realized it until THAT VERY DAY. Could you just die? That song had to be a sign. From, like, GOD. Clarice, it said. Clarice, shake your ass.
She totally couldn't NOT do it.
Okay, now ladies!
Oh my God. That was her, she was a lady!
We gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds
Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin'
Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Lend me some suga', I am your neighbor!
Sadly, there was no pole in the rec room, but she'd have to do the best she could with what she had. Wow, she was so glad now that she'd worn a thong.
The clothes box totally rocked, though, because it gave her the CUTEST outfit. Seriously cute. Plus, it showed off her ass. Clarice had a really great ass, she thought, even though she didn't look at it very often because when she did that she ended up turning around in circles and it made her dizzy.
Wait. What was she- Oh, right. The outfit. DUH.
There was the most adorable little skirt, plaid like a uniform. It was really short, but Clarice didn't mind because, as was already said, she had a great ass. The shirt she found was button-up, so she could leave it unbuttoned and just tie it in front. It totally worked, and hey, BONUS! It showed off her rack. That was important.
So, like, as Clarice had been walking down the hall, she heard what had to be the FUNNEST song on the jukeboxthingy. She didn't know the words, but it so didn't matter because she was all about dancing. Clarice had always wanted to be a pole dancer. She just hadn't realized it until THAT VERY DAY. Could you just die? That song had to be a sign. From, like, GOD. Clarice, it said. Clarice, shake your ass.
She totally couldn't NOT do it.
Okay, now ladies!
Oh my God. That was her, she was a lady!
We gon' break this thing down in just a few seconds
Now don't have me break this thang down for nothin'
Now I wanna see y'all on y'all baddest behavior
Lend me some suga', I am your neighbor!
Sadly, there was no pole in the rec room, but she'd have to do the best she could with what she had. Wow, she was so glad now that she'd worn a thong.