* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The bartender nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your
1 parts Vermouth
3 parts Jaegermeister
2 parts Whiskey...
She chirps, "Don't leave without getting your The Centrum Football Phone!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My senior thesis:
Analysis of Distributed Genetic Grapes Network Transmission Distorted Solution in a One Hundred Percent Fabulous Laboratory
at least until old
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou craven hell-hated codpiece
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST CLUE WHERE I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
What's the difference between a 1,024 bit backplane and a network switch?