Ice Cold

things have been unusually quiet on the tard front. i honestly have nothing to post. is it the winter months approaching, the double dose of ritalin kicking in, or did the strategic egging force them inside? either way, it is quite depressing. we have not had a public fight, police car, or fire truck in weeks. i am worried. not for them, but for this blog post. i should have started it earlier when there was a lot going on. my bad guys.

i fear they have locked themselves in the house with aluminum foil hats and suits made from their parents eating tater-tots.

if i start to smell anything i am calling the cops.