Behold, the yassified snowman.

This is just a place where I complain about snow now. Pictured: my half cleared driveway and the sky that was almost perfectly clear 30 mins ago.

Narration by Jake.

Hard to tell from the photos, but those snow paths we shoveled out are about three feet deep.

Is this real winter yet?

Off my nuts, bird. Also, weren't you dead?

Is my body constantly in a state of rebellion? Yes. Is the world getting bad and worse in a way that can be measured hourly? Also yes. But can I make a pretty roast?

Hell yes.

Who just got finished shoveling and clearing off the car?

This guy.

Well. Here we are.