Disclaimer: I don't own 'em...though I wish I did! And if I did...the fun I could have!!!
A/N: I stole this from Cheers.
"I can't believe you managed to talk Grissom into coming out with us tonight," Rick said as he leaned in close to Sara. "He never comes out with us. I mean seriously. We've been doing this for years. And not once. Not one single time—has he ever come out with us."
"All I did was ask him to come along. Seriously, that's all I did," Sara said as she shrugged her shoulders.
Catherine leaned toward Rick and Sara and said, "And I'm pretty sure this will be the last time I allow you to push him into coming. We haven't been able to get a word in edgewise since he started on his second beer. I swear, the man talks to hear his own voice."
"So Griss, why do you think people believe they're so smart after a few drinks?" Nick asked.
They all turned their attention to Grissom who was now explaining what he called the Buffalo Theory of Beer.
"You see, a herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo. When the herd is hunted, logically it's the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. The excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and much more efficient machine. That, my dear friends, is why you always feel smarter after a few beers!"
He finished off his beer and held it up, indicating to the waitress that he needed another. He then turned back to his colleagues, a large smile still plastered on his face, "And you guys think I only know about bugs."
Sara, Warrick, Catherine, and Nick all sat there staring at him, silently acknowledging the fact that collectively they had each just lost about fifty points on their IQs. They were pulled out of their stupor by Greg who piped up and said, "Dude! Just what the hell are you talking about? I swear, you sound just like Cliff Claven."