Slightly less foggy.
TiVo hate fog.
Hooray! It's....4 dead white men. And if you squint real hard, you can kind of pretend that rock monster from Neverending Story is on the right there.
Jess' Lincoln could use a little work.
Lest anyone doubt his claim to having seen four giant heads carved into a mountain, Sean records his proof.
TiVo does the dance of joy.
Mrs.Crabapple (left) didn't approve of this field trip. Too much fresh air made children difficult to manage. And detention via chloroform would be impossible out here in the open.
Jess couldn't wait to see the look on Sean's face when he discovered the raw chicken in his drink. It was hilarious, because, you know, he likes chicken so much.
We stood around for half an hour, hoping some fornicators would stop by to show us exactly what "unlawful sex" was.
Bradley toasts us with his 5th beer. After which he lost the power of coherent speech.
Madeline had always wanted to get her hair styled by Moby.
Jess (under her breath): Sean, start the car. I'm gonna goose Lincoln and then we're hauling ass outta here.
They really do love cutting things out of stone around here.
This is Zack. He has a problem with intimacy.
