ANSWERS: 88
  • The cannabis, it relaxes me a lot more. I have been told I'm a belligerent drunk. I guess I need to just stick to the hash and weed.
  • I would probably prefer a joint but it's illegal so I go the stone cold sober route.
  • Beer for everybody... I'm buyin'!
  • I enjoy a cold beer Thanks.
  • I would rather have a beer over a joint.
  • . . . someone is eventually bound to answer this question by saying they would prefer a sexual experience over either of those lol ...and well.. its not like its me or nething..or..maybe it is me.. winks ..hehehe . .lol
  • Does there have to be a choice??
  • I'd prefer the doobie. Wish it were legal. I can't deal with beer. Yuck.
  • Jeez one without the other, just not able to choose. I guess I will have whiskey
  • Joint and a cocktail.
  • First two beers then a doob. for some reason when I burn one, I lose the urge to drink.
  • you get three guesses, the first two don't count.
  • Does chardonnay count?
  • Beer....
  • are those the only two choices?..lol
  • Hey!!!!! Who ate the last twinkie? LOL :)
  • A beer IF there's no Tequila or Vodka.
  • drink..well preference there is long island iced tea :)
  • Beer - if I can't have a margarita.
  • Decisions, decisions... A beer, it was 40C yesterday and the air was so humid, it felt like walking through pea soup.
  • A big fat joint or three!
  • Beer, joints are out for me. Testing and all. Most jobs these days require one to not be a stoner.
  • neither I have enough problems with fuzzy logic without being under the influence
  • I enjoy a beer from time-eo-time.
  • Neither, prefer something alot stronger ;)
  • I want both cause you know my throat be gettin a lil parched after a few hits and i need something to wet my whistle
  • A big fat joint or two or three........
  • I'd love a glass of white wine..but medically I can't drink :(
  • a beer but my hubby mixes a mean cosmopolitan and watermelon martini
  • I'd prefer a beer! LOL
  • i would toke upon a blunt and drink some beer cause this night isnt comeplete if one dont appear
  • i would probably go for some beer or liquor, but yesterday (friday) i did chief on a couple fat blunts
  • I am out of it enough so i won't bother with any of it.
  • Joint, any night of the week, or day for that matter...
  • I like both it depends on the day ive had if it was slow i go for the bgeer if my day was busy than i go for the joint/blunt
  • To Highlander because we smoke dont make us druggies so befor you start calling us names look at yourself first dont judge other people befor you know them ok
  • i dont prefer a joint i prefer a fat blunt
  • A beer in my left hand, joint in the right.
  • id prolly have to say a joint for relaxation over fking school :)
  • Why have one when you can have both!
  • im defff prefer a joint over beer cause i think the taste of beer is grosee..
  • i prefer a joint<3
  • Hell, I would prefer both every night. Are you kidding me?
  • Ice cold beer. My job would not allow for me to enjoy the tree even if I so chose. I get tested regularly.
  • well weed...preferably not out of a joint i like bongs but ya weed ftw
  • I don't like beer! Enough said.
  • Both if you are sharing. If not, I'll take a 20 of the non alchoholic choice!
  • I Use To Get Both Everyday Homie..Haha..I Dont Like J's..I'd Rather Have A Blunt & A Mickeys 40oz.
  • I'd like to have both...a 24 pack of beer and way more than 1 joint..how bout 15 maybe 20?..that'll last for the night
  • i would rather have a beer than a joint, i smoked weed heavily when i was younger and also drank, mixing the 2 always made me throw up so i quit the weed and kept the beer.
  • A 'J', any day!
  • Why do I have to choose?
  • why do i have to what till friday
  • water bong anyone? m/
  • Dude, I prefer a joint, then a beer. get it straight and it's not Friday night. That's every night.
  • Much prefer a joint.
  • been a smoker for over 41 years and a beer dinker almost as long ... so being ambidextrous I can do both at the same time ... and I NEVER wait for Friday night ...:):)
  • well if its only one beer then definately the joint. 1 beer is pussy shit
  • If I did either, it'd be beer (other's illegal), and if I wasn't home, I'd either be there a while (nursing a beer or two), or have a designated driver with me.
  • i enjoy a brewski
  • These days, definitely a beer. More than one.
  • Can I be greedy and say both? LOL.
  • No. On the one hand, I'm against alcohol consumption, and on the other hand I teach all sorts of breathing exercises and I'm just against inhaling anything with smoke ... so a few times per year I like to bake some brownies ... __________ The Great Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein, from the album "Songs and Stories" Now in the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well She was stoned 15 of her 18 years, and her story was widely told that she could smoke them faster than anyone can roll Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat where dwelt the Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past He's been rolling dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke and said "Jim, I can roll them faster than any CHICK can smoke" So a note gets sent to San Rafael for the championship of the world the Kid demands a smoke-off; "Well bring him on!" says Pearl "I'll grind his fingers off his hands! He'll roll until he drops!" says Calistog, "I'll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops". So they rent out Yankee Stadium, and the word is quickly spread come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets just two lids a head and from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed the world's greatest dopers, with the world's greatest weed. Hashishins from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru and the Shashniks from Bagun (who smoke the deadly Pu-ga-ru) and those who call it "light of life" and those that call it "boo". See the dealers and their ladies, wearing turquoise lace and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers, puffing all together from the teenies who smoke legal, to the ones who've done some time to the old man who smoked "reefer", back before it was a crime. And the grand old House That Ruth Built is filled with the smokes and cries of fifty thousand screaming heads, all stoned out of their minds and they play the national anthem, and the crowd lets out a roar as the spotlight hits the Kid and Pearl, ready for their smoking war. At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem branch or seed I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold Kif from East Afghanistan, and that rare Alaska Cold and there's sticks from Thailand, ganj from the island, and Bangkok's blooming best (and some of that wet imported s--- that capsized off Key West). There's Oaxacan tops and Kenya bhang, and Riviera fleurs and that rare Manhattan Silver, that grows down in the New York sewers. And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade, and sweet grapes by the bunches and there's Hershey bars and Oreos (in case anybody gets the munches) And the Calistoga Kid he smiles, and Pearly she just grins :-) and the drums roll low, and the crowd yells "GO GO GO!!" and the world's first smoke-off begins. Well, the Kid he flicks his fingers once, and ZAP that first joint's rolled Pearl takes one toke with her famous lungs, and WHOOSH that roach is cold Then the Kid he rolls his super-bomb, that would paralyze a moose and Pearl takes one mighty hit, and ...... that bomb's defused and then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in nine and everybody sits back and says "Hey.... this just might take some time" See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright as the night turns into morning, and the morning fades to night and the autumn turns to summer, and a whole damn YEAR is gone and the two still sit, on that roach-filled stage, smoking, and rolling With trembling hands he rolls his Js, with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold the Kid, he gasps, "Damn it, bitch! There's nothing left to roll!" "NOTHING LEFT TO ROLL!" screams Pearl. "IS THIS SOME TWISTED JOKE?" "I DIDN'T COME HERE TO F--- AROUND, MAN, I COME HERE TO SMOKE!" And she reaches 'cross the table and grabs his bony sleeves and crumbles his body between her hands, like dry and brittle leaves flicking out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds Then she rolls him in a Zig-zag, and lights him like a roach and the fastest man, with the fastest hands, goes up in a puff of smoke. In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well She been stoned 21 of her 24 years, and her story is still widely told how she still can smoke them faster than any dude can roll While, off in New York City, on a street that has no name there's the hands of the Calistoga Kid, in the Viper Hall of Fame and underneath his fingers, there's a little golden scroll that says "Beware of being the roller When there's nothing left to roll". __________ The Perfect High - a poem by Shel Silverstein There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy... He was nothin' like me or you, 'cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar...sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high. But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night, and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light. Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back. He tried PCP, he tried THC, but they never quite did the trick. Poppers nearly blew his heart, mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. Hash was a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong. Quaaludes made him stumble, booze just made him cry. Then he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high. Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat...lived high up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall. "Well, hell!" says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly, Till I find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high." So out and off goes Gimme-Some-Roy, to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he climbed that cliff...back down again he'd slide . . . He'd sit and cry, then climb some more, pursuing the perfect high. Grinding his teeth, coughing blood, aching and shaking and weak, Starving and sore, bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat, As there in repose, and wearing no clothes, sits the god-like Baba Fats. "What's happenin', Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz . . . I hear you're hip to the perfect trip... Please tell me what it is. "For you can see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die, So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?" "Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "Another burned out soul, Who's lookin' for an alchemist to turn his trip to gold. It isn't in a dealer's stash, or on a druggist's shelf... Son, if you would find the perfect high, find it in yourself." "Why, you jive mother-fucker!" says Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet, I froze three fingers off my hands, and four toes off my feet! I braved the lair of the polar bear, I've tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself? What kinda shit is this? My ears, before they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kinda crap; But I didn't climb for fourteen years to hear your sophomore rap. And I didn't climb up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is, or I'll kill your guru ass!" "Okay...okay," says Baba Fats, "You're forcin' it outta me... There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. A wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree. Now, once every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky, And he who eats of the Tzutzu flower shall know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave...hits like the blazin' sun. And the high? It lasts forever, and the down don't never come. But, Zabolee Land is ruled by a giant, who stands twelve cubits high, And with eyes of red in his hundred heads, he awaits the passer-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the river of slime, Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you slay the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree." "Well, to hell with your witches and giants," says Roy, "To hell with the beasts of the sea-- Why, as long as the Tzutzu flower still blooms, hope still blooms for me." And with tears of joy in his sun-blind eyes, he slips the guru a five, And crawls back down the mountainside, pursuing the perfect high. "Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God, alone. "Yes, Lord, it's always the same...old men or bright-eyed youth... It's always easier to sell 'em some shit than it is to give them the truth."
  • Joint. I am not a big drinker. While alcohol may be alot of fun at times, herb is ALWAYS fun for me, and doesn't leave me with a hangover if I have too much.
  • I hate the taste of beer, but at the same time never smoked weed in a 'small' amount as a joint eiher. Just give me enough to fill about 4-5 cigars and im good. just bein honest.
  • neither they both make you stupid in the end.
  • My alcohol tolerance is too high, it has to be at least a 12 pack to myself to rival even a really small joint.
  • i prefer a bong...
  • joint for sure alcohol taste like shit!
  • how about a bunch of beer and a couple joints...when you work construction all week friday is when you let loose
  • joint of course
  • Beer,,:)
  • I hate beer, the buzz off a joint lasts longer.
  • &quot;f*** fear drink beer"
  • I like to have both
  • Always a joint! Thanks to prop. 216 I can legally enjoy one.
  • i have a beer and a bong instead joint
  • I'D RATHER HAVE A BLUNT... A GRAPE BLUNT AT THAT :)
  • None of them! I have never done any of these 2.
  • No, I prefer not to damage my brain more than what can't be avoided
  • joint thanks.
  • Neither one.
  • Both, one doesn't go with the other in my case at least......What kind of question is that anyways? That's a personal question.
  • bottle of crown O of herb :D
  • unroll the joint and smoke the dank out of a bong and/or vaporizer. That way you forget about the beer and can save the cold one for later.

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