My house is a "smoke-free" zone. I know that cramps the style of my smoker friends and family. I realize it's a pain in the ass to go outside for your fix. I provide a receptacle to put your butts in when I invite you over, and once you leave I flush the filth down the toilet and wash the dish.

My beef is when you drop in unexpectedly, you pull up in your car that you smoke in with the window down "so your car doesn't smell like an ashtray" (uh, yes it does) and put your cigarette out on my paved driveway right in front of my door AND LEAVE IT THERE! At least have the decency to pick up your stomped on butts. How about grinding them into my kitchen floor? At least then I can just sweep them into the corner and hoover them up once a week. Why would you even think this is ok? The next time I come visit you I'm going to throw my empty chip bag into your rose bushes or fire my pop can up on your deck before I come in your house. —Your Butts Burn My Ass