Besides that, get stuffed, you lost your guns or had to bury them, chicken squawker. Go get even more drunk, that's always worked for ya in the past.
Now, now, Zog.
You're just antsy 'cause you're stuck with those two thousand rolls of toilet paper you put aside for the Y2K meltdown. Get busy! Move the TV and VCR into the bathroom for a Red Dawn marathon. See if you can get stocks down to say, fourteen hundred, by May.