Tribute

It's been said that human beings are gregarious. That's just nature's way to ensure procreation. Evolution at work, you see. Cos if you're isolated all the time, it's unlikely you'll get laid.

I let my iTunes library play, and Faith Hill comes on. "Just breathe..." she croons. I realized that, on every album, she has to record a duet of her and her hubby Tim McGraw.

Now, Tim McGraw is a god to us mortals, but i'm sure some evenings Faith looks over to him on the loveseat, slouching, watching a football game after dinner, picking his teeth, and can't help but feel resentment.

"How about reading our girls a bedtime story, Tim?" She would suggest, secretly fuming.

"How about producing a male heir for a change?" Tim would respond, and turn a deaf ear.

They have three girls now, you see. Apparently Tim is having trouble passing on the Y chromosome.

And yet they go on recording duets, album after album. We get it, okay? You're never gonna get divorced. And the rest of us who are wasted by 6:09 p.m. on a Friday night are nothing short of pathetic. I get it, really.