You just love matches don't you? The look as it glides across the box and strikes, crackling, the smell of sulfur after it's lit, and the dance of the flames. I know how much you want to see me lite match, after match, after match. I bet you even go into smoke filled bars to watch as girls light their cigarettes, striking them on matchbooks, the flame flickering. I bet you could watch it all day long. Well, watch now as I light 32 matches in a row and tell you to stoke for them. I even countdown the last ten for you to come. Stroke for these flames.