The spacious folding-doors were presently opened by an ill-shaped, clumsy-looking youth, in a gorgeous suit of state livery, and a starched neck-cloth, so broad and so stiff as perfectly to pillorise him.

thieves do foot by night

Baby what are you doing why are you putting your clothes back on? Somebody robbd my nigga I gotta go! I tell her. With a saddened face, she says, What do you mean you gotta go, is he okay? I don't know I just know I gotta slide, he's pulling up out here any min.

You know who I'm talking about: The one-minute men! We all had a lot of fun when Missy Elliott and Ludacris sang about them back in the day, but it's no laughing matter for a lot of folks.