and when life gives you snow. . . you make snowmen. . .
At first our snow man was a very vanilla snowman:
Then our snowman evolved. . . With every passing drunkard looking to find some shelter and a pint, our snowman was added to until he had evolved into a rather tall beast capable of human interaction. . . like arguing with Das Piper:
After a while, our snowman grew legs. . . which would have been an awesome step in his evolution had we not gotten him very drunk. His first attempt at walking did not go very well.
Poor guy. . . Better luck next time.