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.
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.