Because I hate you and don't respect your space, I'm smoking in the Lounge

[Rabrrrrrr]

Cigarettes, cigars, pipes, the whole works. I've got 'em all burning and I'm blowing the smoke in your face, too. I'm also wearing my hat, a cheap plastic redneck freeper-filth red Copenhagen baseball hat, even though we're inside, and I'm spitting tobacco on the floor. Oh, my leg is also propped up over the arm of the chair and I'm scratching myself and I've spilled six Millers already onto the astroturf that I'm using for an inside rug.

So there.
Nyah.

:P