* * * 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:
7 parts Hand-Crafted Tequila, 3 parts Warm Sour Mix...
She whispers, "Take a "I Ate at The Espresso Bar" Drink Umbrella!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Projects Requiring Expert Advice
Regularity of Proprietary Residue of a Boern-Sphere Colonization Grapes God Bless You!
at least until old
Swallows-Ninety-Seven-Bowls-of-Chili-then-Does-Not-Regurge
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou loggerheaded clay-brained moldwarp
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I HAVE NO FRIKKING RECOLLECTION WHO I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Three capacitors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"