* * * 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
5 parts Bottom-Barrel Brandy, 7 parts Head-Poured Tonic Water
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My company is working on a project called:
Effects of External Residue of a R. Westheimer-Sound-Reflector Reaction Astroscope looking at Engines Inflated Function
at least until old
Drops-Acid-before-Big-Game-then-Does-Not-Pass-Out
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou gleeking hasty-witted bum-bailey
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE THE DIMMEST RECOLLECTION WHERE I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Why did the hub cross the road?