I don't mind smokers so long as they don't throw a pussy little bitch fit when I ask them to open a door and trudge through five feet of grueling hardwood floor to get outside of my house.

"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO QUIT!!?!?"

ok, then I guess the smell of their cigarrettes magically moves through their ceiling into my basement. and then magically moves like ether into my place. as we all know, air with an ashtray smell to it couldn't possibly fit through cracks/particle board and move it's way through carpeting. it's like when you go to a show where people can smoke inside. as long as you wear a shirt, sweater, or scarf over your cloths, the cloths underneath don't touch the smoke and then stay spring time fresh! but watch out if someone spills water on your cause you will get stink all the way through. Owww look at me, I'm making people Happy! I'm the magical man, from Happy Land, who lives in a gumdrop house on Lolly Pop Lane!!!!...... By the way I was being sarcastic...