* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The bartender slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of
6 parts Moxie
4 parts Bottom-Barrel Collins Mix
9 parts Coke...
She hoots, "Congratulations, you're our Third customer tonight! Have a "I Visited Founders DAKA" Squooshy!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My doctoral thesis:
Secure Masked Genetic Data Compression Grapes Data Compression Confusing Function in a Completely Fat-Free Atmosphere
at least until old
Has-Sex-with-Slugs-then-Does-Not-Get-Disease
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou reeky rude-growing clack-dish
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING MEMORY WHY I AM HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
A Piece of Hardware dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...