* * * 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...