Reminds me of the Beanie Baby divorce.
If I got married (somehow) and subsequently divorced, I'd probably have to do this with my fumos.
Not that I ought to be concerned, of course, given that my mere ownership of fumos renders the prospect of marriage entirely hypothetical.
On my third marriage. There is about nothing anyone of us wanted from the other, amicable as far as stuff and finances. Can't imagine arguing over material crap. What's hers is hers, mine is mine.
I had heard about this but the picture puts it in a whole new context, my word.
Bird Law is the best specialty.
For the public, this probably sounds like a strange and non prestigious reason to pursue a career in law, but for lawyers, dealing with people's idiosyncrasies is one of the juiciest and most interesting parts of the job and a big reason to be drawn to the profession to begin with.
Say the bird does start talking shit about one of them: how do you prove it was the other person to teach the bird and not the person being insulted?
This isn't enforceable.
"If the bird talks bad about either person, it will be handed over to a third party for adoption."
"You're welcome, and that will be $3,000."
--my lawyer, probably
Has to be a really dreadful divorce if you spend tens of hours teaching "Michael is a shitmuncher" to your parrot, just so your ex-partner loses visitation rights to it, and you get to listen to it repeating that phrase for the 30+ years of both your miserable lives.
This is the kind of petty shit bitter divorcees do a lot. At least they aren't setting up stuff to prevent the other from killing the damned bird to spite their ex.
Broken hearts can be horribly spiteful; planning for the future isn't often part of that equation.
Step 1: teach the bird to talk shit about you.
Step 3: Profit
I hope the parrot is bonded to both of them, or has a second parrot friend. Parrots will legit get sick if they stay away from their partners too long/often
Well, uh, filibuster
"I shan't mince words with you, I am challenging you to a duel!"
"I accept."
"You don't want time to think it over?"
"No, no, I accept your challenge. What time were you thinking about dueling?
"Any time is good, uh, you don't have time, you'd have to get a gun""
"I have a gun right here. I even keep it loaded. You never know who's going to walk in..." "Anyway how does noon sound? I'm gonna put one right between your teeth and it's gonna pop out the back of your neck."
goddamn I love that lawyer character
I feel I've made myself perfectly redundant.
NOBODY LOOK!
NOBODY LOOK!
NOBODY LOOK!
Seems entirely reasonable. Honestly, more reasonable than visitation about dogs or cats which are much less long-lived animals.
...Phoenix Wright, is that you?
