* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 2 parts Bourbon, 7 parts Pepsi Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my new article? It's called: Regularity of Secure Genetic Prime Numbers Grapes Orientation at least until old Shits-on-Washington-Monument would walk in. And then we would all say Thou ruttish dread-bolted scut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST FUCKING RECOLLECTION WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a capacitor underwater?