climb a snowy embankment, stick your head into the highest stacked pile of snow face-first, take a huge snort in, pull your head up out of the snow and scream in a Columbian accent,
“Who do I trust?! Who do I trust?! Me That’s who!!” or,
“…another qualude, she’ll love me in the morning…”
This, my friends, shall keep you sane as white flakes fall.