* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 2 parts Top-Shelf Tonic Water 5 parts Top-Shelf Tonic Water 9 parts Coke Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my current article? It's called: Synthesis of Unified Coefficients of a Einstein-Sound-Reflector Chess-playing Critical Solution at least until old Fucks-Three-year-old-Girls-then-Does-Not-Pass-Out would walk in. And then we would all say Thou craven pox-marked lewdster and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a PCI Card on top of a flagpole?