* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The bartender is testing out her latest concoction:
2 parts Collins Mix
4 parts Bourbon
9 parts Pot
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Active Internet Service Projects
Separate Chess-playing God Bless You!
at least until old
Fucks-Five-year-old-Girls-then-Does-Not-Get-Disease
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou saucy rough-hewn pigeon-egg
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:
A capacitor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...