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.
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.
Broken hearts can be horribly spiteful; planning for the future isn’t often part of that equation.
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.
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.
I had to Google that. Never heard of them, but they don’t strike me as radically different than Funko Pops. I know married people with those. Someone out there probably likes you, or would if they met you.
Appreciate the confidence boost but at present I consider it a feature, not a bug.
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.
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
Bird Law is the best specialty.
Step 1: teach the bird to talk shit about you.
Step 3: Profit
Seems entirely reasonable. Honestly, more reasonable than visitation about dogs or cats which are much less long-lived animals.
Well, uh, filibuster
I feel I’ve made myself perfectly redundant.
NOBODY LOOK!
NOBODY LOOK!
NOBODY LOOK!
…Phoenix Wright, is that you?
