* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The Servo-Bot Bartender6000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you:
1 parts Hand-Crafted Tap Water, 2 parts Bottom-Barrel Kiwi Liqueur...
She chimes, "Take a JFK Jr. High Auditorium Visor!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Interesting Finished Projects
Generation of Internal Distorted Genetic Submodalities of a Yeasah-Potential-Wave Prime Numbers Chess-playing Algorithm
at least until old
Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Does-Not-Get-Arrested
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou puking fen-sucked horn-beast
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION WHO I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Three capacitors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"