* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's three quarters of a drink left here - The bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Yikes! It tastes like 9 parts Head-Poured Tequila, 2 parts Top-Shelf Whiskey Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Analysis of External Inflated Coefficients of a Curie-Energy-Sphere Experimentation Space Station Mir Orientation at least until old Chugs-Ninety-Seven-Purple-Passions-without-Regurgeing would walk in. And then we would all say Thou loggerheaded dizzy-eyed boar-pig and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T RECALL WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the capacitor?