* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The mixologist sizes you up and begins mixing a drink:
6 parts Schneider Weisse
4 parts Warm Corn Schnapps
7 parts Head-Poured Vermouth...
She reminds you, "Don't leave without getting your Koozy!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Have you read my latest article? It's called:
Specific Harmonics of a Yeasah-Potential-Wave Grapes Preparation
at least until old
Master-of-Farting
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou puny common-kissing puttock
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
A oscilloscope dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...