I've dusted off my Y2K life-sled, and am headed for the hills of Degrassi Island to dig a luddite survival cave. The 40,000 cans of Y2K tuna are still compliant, and should sustain me until everything else has stopped twitching. I will live off of said tuna, Beck's from Bremen, and my endless reserves of vitriol and bad jokes. Bring it on 2012, bring it.
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