I am driven to the conclusion that much of her evidence, both written and oral, was not just inconsistent and inaccurate but also less than candid. Overall she was a less than impressive witness.
I have to say I cannot accept the wife’s case that she was wealthy and independent by the time she met the husband in the middle of 1999. Her problem stems from the lack of any documentary evidence to support her case as to the level of her earnings
Thus her tax returns for 1999 and 2000 do not support the wife’s case of very significant earnings as set out in her affidavit.
The wife’s riposte is that much of her earnings, which are not included in the tax returns, were sent direct to charities of her nomination. In her evidence she told me that as much as 80% or 90% of her earnings went direct to charities.
If, as she has done, a litigant flagrantly over-eggs the pudding and thus deprives the court of any sensible assistance, then he or she is likely to find that the court takes a robust view and drastically prunes the proposed budget.
I was waiting in line, and I saw on Enquirer magazine's cover, there's Johnny Carson on the front page. And there was a picture of him like this (miserable). Then I said, "What's up with Johnny?" I turned to the inside story and his wife was on the other page and she was like this (exuberant). And over her head it said, "Johnny's wife wants half Johnny's money."
I turned that shit back to Johnny. Then I started thinking about it.
If you... If you have $5.00 and had to give somebody $2.50, you'd be upset. Johnny had to have at least $300 million. And have to give up $150 million? And they wasn't even married but ten years. And $150 million? Give me a fucking break. And ladies... Now, here's a woman right here saying, "Right on." Not no $150 million.
I see a lot of you ladies going: "Get all the money you can, shit. I'm glad she did get all that money. She earned it. She was married to him, she deserved that money."
Get the fuck out of my face with that bullshit. No. Stop it.
Don't get me wrong. If you marry somebody and neither one of you have anything and you build $300 million together, you deserve half. But Johnny was $300 million in when they met. And I'm quite sure she knew. Johnny says, "Hey, I'm Johnny." She was like, "I know who you are, motherfucker." And they got married, broke up, shit didn't work out. And then he had to give her $150 million of his money.
I know a lot of housewives sitting out there going: "You can't put a price on what I do." But, ladies, if you marry a man with $300 million, you ain't no regular housewife. You ain't got to clean the house no more. You get a maid. You ain't cleaning shit! You marry a man with $300 million, you ain't cooking. You're eating out. You marry... You know how a lot of housewives gotta get jobs on the side to help make ends meet? He got $300 million, the ends are meeting like a motherfucker.
What you gonna do, get a job at a boutique on the weekends and shit? And say, "Here, Johnny. I made $70 put that with the rest. Now we have $300 million and seventy. Because I want to do my share." All you have to do, you marry a man with $300 million, is fuck your husband. That's it! That's your job. Fuck your husband! You fill out a W-2 they say, "What you do?" You say, "I fuck my husband."
Now, I've had my share of pussy. I have yet... even if the pussy was great, and sparks shot out the woman's ass, and cannons blared and the mountains crumbled and the seas roared, no pussy is worth $150 million! I'd like to meet some pussy like that.
Put the shit on layaway.
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