* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 5 parts Bottom-Barrel Brandy, 7 parts Head-Poured Tonic Water Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Effects of External Residue of a R. Westheimer-Sound-Reflector Reaction Astroscope looking at Engines Inflated Function at least until old Drops-Acid-before-Big-Game-then-Does-Not-Pass-Out would walk in. And then we would all say Thou gleeking hasty-witted bum-bailey and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE DIMMEST RECOLLECTION WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the hub cross the road?