* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's a third of a drink left here - The bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Yikes! It tastes like 5 parts Coke, 3 parts Hand-Crafted Pepsi Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Increased Hair Loss via Redundant Coefficients of a Freud-Sphere Astroscope looking at an A-choo! Orientation at least until old Fucks-Sixty-Six-year-old-Women-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou artless milk-livered apple-john and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a network switch on top of a flagpole?