If there was a picture that can define Winter 2014, this would be it. Cold, desolate and hopeless. And here's Exhibit A. Plain and simple, that's a frog that has given up. He had the option to go find shelter in the rocks, but just said, "Nah, I'm good."
Actually, now that I think about it, this frog's a cocky bastard. Don't act like he's not out there with frozen eyeballs just waiting for someone to take a picture. I know your game, frog. "Oh, I temporarily died for 4 months, but I posed like this before I fake died so I can stunt on all of y'all" blah, blah, blah. You're no different than a "fitness model" on Instagram. Winter needs to end so I can drink fruity, gender-conflicting margaritas and for frogs to stop being assholes.