Fight Club


Rule Number One: You do not talk about Fight Club.

Rule Number Two: You do NOT talk about Fight Club.

But at Rhiannon's school, you CAN talk about Girls' Club. And you CAN sing the school fight song.

That's right. Rhiannon's school, grades K-5 (ages 5 - 10), has a fight song for when it's time to swing the ole Louisville slugger upside the heads of those good-for-nothing, no-good, two-bit, biznatches that have no earthly reason to call themselves a school just because they are learning their letters by scribbling in the dirt with sticks. And they wouldn't know a football if it him 'em in the pigskin.

*ahem*

Anyway, Rhiannon's school has a fight song. I wish I could tell you the lyrics, but when Rhiannon sings them, they come out sounding like something from Miley Cyrus. Which I am sure is not accurate. BUT, the melody IS clear. Do you know the Notre Dame fight song? Well, Notre Dame got the tune from Rhiannon's school. Have a listen by clicking here.

As for Girls' Club, Rhiannon's into that, too, and will do the cheer at the mere suggestion of Girls' Club, girls, clubs, cheers, chairs, hubs, squirrels. You name it, she'll cheer for it:

"Gooooooooooo...........Girls' Club!!!!!!!!!"

Yep. That's it. Oh, and she throws her hands in the air when she shouts this out.

So fair warning to those "students" on the East Saiiiiiiieeeed. Rhiannon's got a cheer and a fight song and she's not afraid to use them. Oh, that and a kickin' eyepatch. And wigs. She'll effin' take y'all to Penzance, yo. Or back home to play Barbies (she's kind of a softie).

Rhiannon. Cute enough to fight for.

Andrew (Papa)