* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your 6 parts Sour Mix 6 parts Sour Mix 5 parts Gin Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Regularity of Relative Real-Time Astroscope looking at a Massachusetts Driver Inflated Function in a Wholly Lesbian-Influenced Atmosphere at least until old Consumes-Lotsa-Chili-Dogs would walk in. And then we would all say Thou clouted motley-minded flax-wench and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING CLUE WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a network switch when it's asleep?