I have nothing to offer in the way of knives, but have a funny divorce story. My buddy called me up and asked if I could come to his house for a couple hours. Turns out his wife was taking her plunder. He wanted me there to observe. He was about 4 drinks into a bottle of scotch when I arrived and had gotten a little sassy. His wife comes walking through with a propane bottle. He says really loud, "this is what happens when you get divorced. If you have two of anything, your ex wife takes one of them, even if she has no use for it." Apparently she moved into an apartment and was not able to even own a gas grill. I stood there uncomfortably, he laughed, she shot him the bird.