Riding home on the bus today I saw a very sad-looking man. Then I looked next to him and saw a very angry-looking man. Then, seated next to the angry man was a very dopey-looking man, who quite frankly, was the most interesting to watch. The air conditioner on the bus was dripping directly onto his crotch, yet he remained complacent. He even refused the cover of a newspaper from a fellow busrider. I'm guessing he was high.
Ah, to be dopey/high.
Ah, to be dopey/high.