* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The bartender is testing out her latest concoction:
5 parts Bottom-Barrel Hammer & Nail ESB
7 parts Head-Poured Collins Mix
2 parts Bottom-Barrel Eggplant Juice
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Active Internet Service Projects
Calculation of Internal Initialization Values of a M. Jagger-Reflector Space Station Mir Real-Time Video Diplay Driver in a Completely Gauche Environment
at least until old
Fucks-Eight-year-old-Girls
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou saucy boil-brained lout
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Where did the blonde put the 1,024 bit backplane?