Judge goes Caddyshack on Rudy's boy

When I saw the topic heading, I thought the judge caught Rudy's boy in bed with his daughter and tried to club his skull with a 9-iron.

 

Well, the world needs ditch diggers too.

 

This was the fat kid that could not sit still during speeches?

And he is at Duke?

And this guy wanted to be President?

C'mon now.

 

Your honor, your honor.

 

Me too.

 

How'd you like to mow my lawn.

 

Agreed. That is some bad writing.

Hey, if you want to write a story about how a judge used golf lingo, and you go even lingo-ier, it really lessens whatever impact the judge's lame crap had in the first place.

 

Okay, but I don't want to work in a lumber yard the rest of my life.

 

Of course, were I one of Rudy's kids, I wouldn't talk to the authoritarian adulterous bastard myself.

 

We got a pool and a pond.

Pond'd be good for this kid.

 

Smails: "Say, Fred, did you hear about the Jew, the Catholic, and the colored boy who went to heaven?"

Porterhouse, in background, tearing into Smails' shoes: "Colored boy? I'll show him ... colored boy ..."