Law Humor

Bernie's Balls

I did what Ruth asked, and I drove over to Fresh Meadows to try to get your clubs out of the locker room, but some stupid prick insisted that unless I bought a bunch of those ridiculous golf balls, they wouldn't let me take the clubs.

How that Manzke kid is merchandising this crap and at the same time whining about how much money his mother supposedly lost is beyond me. Its not like I forget that redemption to them back to them in November!

Talk about balls!, Even the pro shop at Glen Oaks has your fucking balls displayed all over the place! Sure, even though the season has just started, the place is half empty these days, and nobody is buying shit. But, we need to be turning up the volume on the copyright suits. If we don't act quickly, next thing you know there's going to be f--king t-shirts flooding the market!

I've tried to speak to Mark about this, but he's too busy writing his "tell-all"..I think he's planning on calling it "Daddy Dirtiest"...

Bernie--I've tried as much as I can to deal with him and Andy, but Shana's shrink bills are drowning me as it is, and Ruth is, well.. Ruth is being Ruth...

Speaking of Glen Oaks--no thanks to you and the rumors that you "fudged" your handicap for years, the idiots over there are now auditing my scores and Marion's.

Not good. Tell Frankie D. to get in touch with me.

Full post as published by Bernard Madoff on May 30, 2009 (boomark / email).