LEGG UP.

Long before Soulja Boy told ‘em, there was a time when the Butterfly, the Tootsee Roll, and Da Dip ruled the dance floor. Back in middle school, I used to break it down in satin palazzo pants and baby tees, bumping and grinding as best as a little (half-)white girl could. There was a freak train pulling into the station, and I was gonna ride it—even if I hadn’t had my first kiss yet.

Well, it looks like I can finally relive those days when my hips were supple and indiscretions high. My friend Mac recently shared this ditty with me, and my booty started poppin’ á la Orville Redenbacher. Just like old times.

And although it may be offensive to gimps, it provides step-by-step instruction and lovely closed captioning for the hearing impaired.

Enjoy. This time, it’s okay to get Stanky.