Yes

Wearing her tightest pair of blue jeans and her tightest t-shirt, Miranda Lambert swayed into the dive bar at the end of the country road, her ass and her tits catching the attention of the patrons, not to mention the blonde hair.

"I think that's Miranda Lambert," the bartender, a man in his early 20's named Joe, with a serious crush on the gorgeous blonde singer, says to himself, "I better be nice to her. Maybe I'll get to fuck her later if she gets drunk enough."

"Hello boys," she says to the five or six bar patrons, all men who were currently gawking at her tight body, as well as Joe.

"What'll it be...I'm sorry, has anyone ever told you that you look like Miranda Lambert?" he asks her, trying to play it cool.

"I'll have a Budweiser, nothing fancy...Joe," she says as she looks at his name tag and smiles at him, "nice to meet you. I get that a lot. Probably because I am Miranda Lambert."

"Holy fuck, she's even more gorgeous in person," he says to himself as he pours her beer, "I wonder how drunk she'd have to be for me to have a shot at her pussy?"