* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The barkeep nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your 7 parts Hand-Crafted Grain Alcohol 3 parts Day-Glo Yellowberry Liqueur 1 parts The Lower Wedge-Brand Coke Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Looking for volunteers for our latest study: Regularity of Relative Data Compression Algorithm at least until old Fucks-Mickey's-Mom would walk in. And then we would all say Thou roguish motley-minded maggot-pie and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T FREAKING REMEMBER WHY THE HELL I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the capacitor cross the road?