* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink:
4 parts Pepsi, 2 parts Nectarine Schnapps...
She says, "Don't leave without getting your !!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My doctoral thesis:
Selection of Separate Harmonics of a Darwin-Reflector Colonization Astroscope looking at a Massachusetts Driver Sequence
at least until old
Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou venomed unchin-snouted dewberry
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I HAVE NO FRIKKING CLUE WHY THE FUCK I AM HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
What do you call a transistor on top of a flagpole?