“There’s a big ol’ GMC under here somewhere, I just know it.”
“Aha, there is is. Now where the hell’s the road?”
It’s a windshield, not a snowshield.
Time flies like an arrow. Snow flies like holy shit is this ever a giant pain in the ass.
Durwood runs away from home in slow motion.
They call it Maryland, but Mary (not pictured) won’t go out in it.
Photos: Herself | Mad Dog Media East Coast Bureau