Apparently they're handing out Happy Meals stuffed with bear claws.
I was so tempted to call this a win, because her earrings match each other: one will give you a pleasant nicotine buzz (JUST KIDDING CHILDREN, CIGS ARE BAD MMKAY) while the other will help you avoid making your breath stink. But then I saw the "overalls" and my mind lapsed back into failmode.
I tried yodeling for a while, but everyone else was doing it and I felt there was no real room for growth or "pushing the envelope," to use a tired phrase. I'm experimenting now with different, more guttural syllables - "booga dugga ugga goo" is a personal favorite - and with varying models of instrumentation. The vuvuzela in particular unlocks some key sonic possibilities in the art of yodeling.