* * * 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:
4 parts ValU Apple Juice, 3 parts Head-Poured Tap Water...
She chimes, "Don't forget your UMaine Orono Pen!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My doctoral thesis:
Recording of Relative Vectors of a Curie-Heat-Reflector Astroscope looking at a Massachusetts Driver Real-Time Limiting Factors
at least until old
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou spleeny tardy-gaited varlot
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
30 Reasons Why a Piece of Hardware Is Better Than Beer: