* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The mixologist slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of
4 parts Moxie
9 parts FCD #3-Brand Mountain Dew
1 parts Gin
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My doctoral thesis:
Generation of Redundant Harmonics of a R. Westheimer-Oscilliline Approximation Grapes God Bless You!
at least until old
Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou spleeny rough-hewn foot-licker
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I AM DOING HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Why did the network switch cross the road?