Ripping Tim McGraw’s Already Ripped-Up Jeans Will Get You A Smack In The Face
A few years ago, Faith Hill verbally slapped a trick with a speech about ~CLASS~ when that trick grabbed at Tim McGraw’s balls during a show in Louisiana. Well, 7 years later and hos are still grabbing at Tim McGraw’s goods, but this time, Faith Hill wasn’t there to let a handsy slut know that her husband’s crotch fruit is only ripe for her picking.
TMZ posted two videos of the buff piece of hairless daddy jerky yodeling out his song “Truck Yeah” at a show in Atlanta on Sunday. After Tim sashays into a sea of hands, one of those hands grabs at his leg and I guess that hand didn’t get what it wanted, because it went in for a second time and during the second time, she ripped his ripped jeans some more. Tim is either real serious about his jeans or he felt like that trick was about to give him a “turn your head and cough test,” because he swatted her hand away before playing a quick game of Patty Cake on her face. That scene is a country song come to life. Face slappin’ and jeans rippin’. Throw in a cryin’ baby and a cheatin’ bastard and it’d be the new country anthem. Tim’s rep told TMZ that the fan wouldn’t let go of his leg and he only swatted her away so he could keep it moving:
“Tim was singing out in the audience and someone firmly grabbed onto his leg and wouldn’t let go as he was moving through the crowd. He instinctively swatted to try to keep them from ripping his jeans (which they succeeded at doing!), and so he could get to more fans who could slap hands with him before the end of the show.”
Everyone involved in this is a mess. That chick is a mess, because we all learned in kindergarten that if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, sit on them. Just because she paid $15 for a Tim McGraw ticket (I’m guessing that $15 is what the most expensive ticket at a Tim McGraw concert costs and if it’s any more than that, chick should slap herself) doesn’t mean she can feel him up whenever she wants. It’s not a petting zoo, bitch. The 14-year-old in me is also cringing at her ripping his jeans, because the 14-year-old in me would spend hours on the living room floor meticulously adding perfect rips to my jeans like I was Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel ceiling (it was the 90s). Tim is a mess, because yeah, he should’ve swatted her hand away, but did he really need to slap her in the face? (“YES!!!!” – 14-year-old me taking a break from meticulously adding perfect rips to my jeans)
We can spend HOURS arguing who is the messiest in this situation, but instead of doing that, let’s come together and agree that our ears are also victims here, because we forced them to listen to a few seconds of “Truck Yeah.”