My T.I. was eloquent when expressing his dissatisfaction in any of our various tasks in this same way. Sometimes three minutes was cutting you a break. I have hazy memories of the sun feeling like it was about seven feet from the Earth's surface whilst having a talking to like this about being tall or having a loose string or what ever I was told on whatever occasion. My TI leaned in close enough for the brim of his hat to touch my glasses and he whispered "you look like a damn Golden Girl to me". I don't know about you, but when a guy who seems to constantly be teetering on the brink of kicking your ass says that-it is funny. Maybe he was a fan of Betty White? I don't know but I like to think it was a compliment.

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