Many years ago now, when my wife and I were dating, we went to Raleigh to see her sister at State. We picked her sister up and went over to her boyfriend's fraternity house. I don't remember which fraternity, but they were predominantly a brotherhood of rednecks, and their house was almost dead in the middle of what one might call the hood. Any way, they had a toaster in the kitchen that was quiet disgusting looking. Very dirty and nasty. I still gag if I think about that toaster. Turned out, it was the house cigarette lighter. 10 is for lighting smokes.