Yeah, I know how that scam works. After you've put a spit-shine on that car of hers ... that you bought ... she's gonna reach into the pocket of your jeans that are lyin' on the ground, pull out two dollars, and hand 'em to ya.
Ain't matrimony grand?!

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence