* * * 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 Tonic Water 8 parts Bottom-Barrel Marijuana 1 parts ValU Whiskey Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Distributed Chess-playing Critical Solution at least until old Fucks-Forty-Nine-year-old-Women would walk in. And then we would all say Thou bootless tardy-gaited moldwarp and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE DIMMEST FREAKING IDEA WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three hubs walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"