Dear Tim McGraw,
I won't lie: I saw you live a few times during my Missouri youth. You always wear a hat that's too big for your head (are you balding?), and you have terrible facial hair. While your wife is smokin', she can't really sing. But never mind her. I secretly listened to that silly song you did with Nelly over and over again. And you're all manly and you wear tight jeans and walk like you really do ride a horse. And, well, now that you're starring in a movie with Jon Favreau, I love you a little more (even though said movie will probably be terrible). Tim McGraw, I hate myself for loving you (and everyone reading this blog probably hates me a little more right now, too).
Love,
Scanner Emily
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