* * * 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:
6 parts Tequila
4 parts Vermouth
6 parts Bottom-Barrel Corn Schnapps
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My company is working on a project called:
Distributed Bad-Ass Strange Strange Coefficients of a Darwin-Acceleration Colonization Astroscope looking at a First-Aid Kit Chess-playing Chess-playing Critical God Bless You! in a One Hundred Percent Expensive Environment
at least until old
Fucks-Thirty-Five-year-old-Women-then-Gets-Disease
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou errant tardy-gaited plume-plucked dizzy-eyed malt-worm
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE THE FUCK I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
A hub dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...