As I was eating my frozen waffle this morning, I flipped on the TV for some quick gratification. I turned on MTV and a holy crap! A music video, yes an actual-to-god music freaking video, came on featuring Nelly and the cowboy guy that Faith Hill dates. It would appear that these two disparate musicians were about to attempt a duo. "Sweet!" I yelled and sat down on my couch prepared to have my ass rocked off.

But wait... this was apparently a sad song..

The video is displayed with a split screen featuring Nelly and the dude simultaneously waking up in a funk. Obviously something has gone wrong, it would appear that they're both having some sort of undefined hot-lady problems. They slowly get dressed, strap on their diamond watches etc, head to the gas station in their respective pimp mobiles to gas-up, and then head for the airport all the while singing and looking morose. Nelly doesn't even crack a smile when he jumps into his sweet-ass sports car and roars away. You can tell that this guy's seriously in the dumps.

All these scenes are interspersed with shots of hot-lady photos hanging on walls/sitting on dressers being sung to or looked at with regret. The fellas are clearly suffering a bit of hot-lady withdrawal with no end in sight.

After tooling around for a bit, still singing, the guys park in their hangars and saunter towards their planes in slow motion. They both dial the afore mentioned hot-ladies on their jewel encrusted cell phones and get no reply. They sigh, look to the heavens as if hoping for a hot-lady rainstorm but no dice. Upon being disappointed they hop into their private jet planes and fly, fly away....

In other words...

story of my life
El Jefe