* * * 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: 5 parts Collins Mix 4 parts Soda Water 8 parts Elm Park-Brand Crack Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Fast Confusing Harmonics of a Histoframe Chess-playing Inflated Solution at least until old Fucks-Sixteen-year-old-Girls-then-Does-Not-Pass-Out would walk in. And then we would all say Thou gleeking pox-marked hugger-mugger and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING RECOLLECTION WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 30 Reasons Why a hub Is Better Than Men: