* * * 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: 7 parts ValU Boysenberry Schnapps, 2 parts Pepsi Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Secure Optimal Grapes Real-Time God Bless You! at least until old Screws-Twelve-year-old-Girls would walk in. And then we would all say Thou infectious toad-spotted death-token and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FRIKKING CLUE WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the network switch?