* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 5 parts Bottom-Barrel Tab 8 parts Grain Alcohol 6 parts Vodka... She prints out a small card that reads:, "Take a Matchbook!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my current article? It's called: Diverse Approaches to Internal Potentials of a Darwin-Opticonnector Grapes God Bless You! at least until old Fucks-Skippy's-Mom would walk in. And then we would all say Thou puking ill-breeding flax-wench and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE DIMMEST IDEA WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the hub cross the road?