Last night we cracked open a clown/gnome shaped pinata. It’s an MFA end-of-the-year tradition and this year Diana and Clisbee let me on what was stuffed inside.

When The Mighty Flynn ripped open that sucka, I dove into the pile of candy and treats and came up with this:

Cheerleading Doll

She is everything I’d hoped she would be. When squeezed she produces this cheer: We’re number one, can’t be number two. We’re gonna beat the whoopie outta you! The whoopie outta you! I know, it’s addicting. It’s been stuck in my head all day. I’m not sure who the we is (a whole flock of creepy cheerleader dolls?) or what the ‘M’ stands for, but I’m all about her.