* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The mixologist is testing out her latest concoction:
8 parts Garbanzo Bean Liqueur, 4 parts ValU Jaegermeister...
She reminds you, "Don't forget your free Koozy!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My latest project:
Effects of Customized Vectors of a Curie-Reflector Theory Space Station Mir Critical Genome
at least until old
Spooges-on-Boynton-Hall
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou dissembling fen-sucked death-token
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE ANY RECOLLECTION WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
A transistor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...