Sure. it means:
"Buy a new motorcycle and some nice guns now that you don't have a screeching harpy to b!tch at you about how she needs more attention and independence, simultaneously, and how you'd have more time to give her attention and money so she could be a career woman if you weren't working or caring for the kids all the time!"
I figured out that for all the money I made in the last 20 years I could have stayed single and had at least a $500 hooker every week and still have a great lifestyle.
I have no kids. I'll get either a $500 hooker every week, or 2 $250 hookers.... I'm not afraid of hell--not after the last 4 years...
Wasn't that Sam Kinison who said: "When I get to hell for fornicating: Satan jumps out with flames and horns and goes: "BLAAAAUUGHAAAUUGH!!!" and when you say "What?",
Satan says: "Oh, You were married and the b!tch broke your heart and took all your stuff, huh? Well, here's your horns and pitchfork... Have fun!"
I could never figure this out. My ex never had any capacity for logical thoughts or actions. Everything was based on emotion. I could never figure out how it is possible to do this and survive/function. It seems to disprove evolution.
I had to live with the ex for 6 months after our separation, because I am not paying rent and a mortgage at the same time, I am staying here until the stroke of midnight the day of transference. In the end she would, from time to time, burst out yelling at me screaming "Why don’t you look at me anymore". I would reply "because I aint getting any, Duhhhhhhh", that would really get her going.
At that point she would start throwing stuff at me, my daughter would call the police, and the cops would threaten to throw me in jail. All for not looking at her!
One night they were about ready to cuff me until I pointed out that I was the only one bleeding with bruises. I told them "this is my house, you don’t have a warrant, she is assaulting me, I can deal with that by myself, go away". They left, priceless.
Do you think they would arrest her? No way. And there is no way I would press charges, because I want absolutely NO dealings with the cops. I would rather be beaten than get involved in that way. By the way, I found out that vodka makes the beatings hurt less, but it also makes the head fakes to avoid the projectiles a little more challenging. Sometimes you just have to compromise.
Life is good!
Satan:"Married twice, eh? You want a job?"