* * * 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:
9 parts ValU Raspberry Juice, 8 parts Tab...
She chirps, "Don't forget your WPI Postcard!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My current project:
On the Proprietary Prime Numbers Inflated God Bless You!
at least until old
Fucks-Seventy-Eight-year-old-Women
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou vain elf-skinned moldwarp
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Why did the hub cross the road?