If you were in a coffee shop in amsterdam and toking on a joint of marijuana, who would you want to be sitting with? My personel preferences are:
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(Jimi)
(Or Napoleon, so I could call him a naughty schkolnik)
So, in this fantasy, is Bill O’Reilly whacked too? Or just me? Are the doors locked? Armed guards? Are they, like me, masters of Cringing Mantis Kung Fu? Is there capital punishment in Amsterdam? Would that apply to a guy who strangled Bill O’Reilly? Would it still apply if the guy were, like, really really high and maybe mistook him for a rabid penguin?
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Duuuuuuuuuuude. I looked at my cell phone… and it lit up.
Definitely Voltaire.
Or Salvadore Dali
Jimi Hendrix. I prolly shouldn’t smoke pot though, I’ve got severe asthma. It might put a downer on things when I have an asthma attack…
Well, you could go for the brownies instead. 
I’d take… Erving Goffman. My favorite sociologist. If I were totally baked and sitting with anybody at all, I’d love to shoot the shit with Erving K.
My friend Andi, because she’s as cool as they come.
As for celebrities and luminaries, I’d rather meet them at a nice quiet pub, where I wouldn’t be nearly as likely to fall flat on my face conversationally.
Well, I wouldn’t have minded smoking a joint with Spalding Gray, because he seemed like an old friend anyway. And he’d probably be the anxious and insecure one at the table, and the default role for the other participant would be the Reassuring Voice. “It’s all right Spalding – You can’t get The Fear-- this is Amsterdam!” 
Tim Leary would be okay too, because he had that whole non-judgemental, relativist vibe going on.
If I could cheat and take a bit of MDMA before going out to get past all the anxiety, I’d have to say James Joyce. Or John Lennon. Or James Joyce and John Lennon. Of course, then I’d probably get distracted and spend all afternoon in the corner playing with the hem of Björk’s dress. Oooh. I’ve never seen Rayon like this before! I love you, you know.
I’d like to be a witness to Clinton smoking.
George or William.
I’d like to pick one of our Founding Fathers.
Richard Feynman would be a fun guy to get stoned with. Especially if he brought his bongos.
Bongos shmongos. You guys are forgetting Bob Marley.
It’d be amusing to hang out with Nixon if I could zap him back to life… I’d tell him how the commies won and that we were sitting only a few blocks from the White House. Then I’d watch as he looks for the nearest sharp pointy object for his return trip.
yeah, thats about as random as I get.
The mayor of Amsterdam is a pretty cool dude. I wouldn’t mind sharing with him. *[:: chanting: “Job Cohen for President”::] *
Also: Queen Elizabeth of England - I’d love to see her ‘loose’ - and the pope.
Gandhi.
[channelling fight club]Abraham Lincoln. William Shatner.[/channelling]
Abbie Hoffman.
My parents when they were 24 & 26 (1977).
Jerry Garcia, Stevie Wonder, Yo-yo Ma, Duane Allman, at the same time.
Carl Segan (sp?)
Chris Farley
George Carlin
Ronald Mc Donald
Oh yeah, I forgot,
Jesus Christ
My choices would be:
Ava Gardner
Rebecca Romijn
Tina Fey
Brandy
Hot chicks are great when they’re stoned!
Well, I’m not saying they weren’t cool dudes and all, but I got to eliminate the dead ones. I ain’t down with toking up alongside of none of that, man. I mean, there’s the Grateful Dead, you know, and then there’s old skeletons and worms and putrescent gassy stuff and, well, I guess by now mostly just skeletons, at least in most cases, I guess, I don’t know how long it takes, but hey, I’m not toastin no cheeber with the bones of Jimi or President Kennedy, I mean what if I’m holding a bit hit and I look over and it looks like he’s looking right back at me out of that eye socket, you know? Downer, man, I mean, that could like scar you for life or something, after that every time you lean over a bong, man, you’d be thinking oh shit when I look up it’s gonna be creepshow, you dig? And not that O’Reilly cat either, come to think of it.
I’m adding someone else. J.K. Rowling. Once she gets a little ‘loose’ make her give me the 6th book early. 2 more years my ass.