* * * 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?