I don't think I've ever been judged by what music I listen to.

There is this one prick at work who always brings the energy in the room down, though. I remember we were talking about that movie "Grandma's Boy" and we were all laughing about how she thought the bong was a vase. Then I made a comment that insinuated that I smoked weed. And he goes ohhh, you're a stoner. How long before you go brain-dead, buddy?

Wtf? How can you love everything about a stoner movie and still discriminately-hate the pot culture?