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Barnett Hoffman, "Fidelity"

Barnett Hoffman is my dad. He was a criminal judge in New Jersey for twenty years where he would occasionally crack jokes from the bench. (Lawyers were not required to laugh but the smart ones did.) He was also the casting director for this project.


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love your dad...love your site! love the jokes!
thank you!


You gotta take on the road. Very funny.


p.s.- you look like your're living large in Boca.

More! More! The jokes are wonderful, the torytellers are wonderful, the site is wonderful. We could all use a good laugh these days. Thank you, thank you.

Great joke. Great delivery. Love the site.

these presentations are great

these presenters were great > I Look forward to seeing this site again . And will spead the word .Very funny

Grab 5 more & hit the road.great show waiting 2 happen

My brother is a judge and prides himself on his bench-side (humorous) manner; what is it with judges and jokes?

Not bad not bad,cant wait to see them again keep up the good work,by the way I got your site from listing to you on the radio station hot 97,02/17/09,I think you should be their more often,you were great.

Barney tells a hellava good joke (second only to the Moose and his wife, Diane) but if you really want to see Barney's talent on this web site, have him sing a few bars of "Music, Music, Music". Barney was a smash singing sensation at Camp Delwood in Honesdale, Pa.

Ah yes, the Drobkin Fart. I remember it well, and so does the whole town of Sheboygan, Wisconsin.

One never knew what to expect in the Judge's courtroom. Ask him about the lady from NYC who was being admitted to the diversion program and where she got the money from when he asked her for restitution.

Great site, Sam!!!

I spent my college years with Barney and Ron fortified by random visits from and by Malcolm and Bert and even then,they kept me laughing. This was a wonderful ride down memory lane. I almost wet my pants. Thanks so much Sam for bringing this to us all.

sam-great site- "I was just checking" in on your talented dad

I've loved all the jokes, but this one is my fav. It's amazing how many opportunities one has to look at one's husband and say, "Remember two years ago when you were running for President of the temple?"

Like Maury D (and I know who Maury D is) I went to camp with Barney. Thanks for the reunion. I do not remember his singing voice and I remember everything about camp in the 50's. Maury had a better singing voice. Love ya Barney

Maybe the Busch's missed their true calling! A very funny website and I liked the music too!

I am a 65 year old man who as a child sat in a small office and listen to my two older Uncles tell these types of jokes. I don't feel old, I feel at home.

The doctors tell Sam he can stay the night in his wife's hospital room; the Big C will claim her by morning. Sam is sleeping in a chair when he hears Bessie whispering his name: "Shmuel. Shmuel, come to me".
Taking her hand he asks, "What is it my Bessie? What can I do for you".
"Shmuel," she says, "make love to me like when we were first married".
"Besseleh," Sam protests, "I'm 90 years old, you're 88 and you're attached to all kinds of tubes and monitors".
"Please my Sammy, it's a dying woman's last request".
So Sam takes off his pants, being careful to fold them neatly over the chair, disconnects the IVs and monitors and climbs into bed with Bessie. And it's magical! Just like their wedding night 70 years earlier.

The next morning Bessie is glowing, her white blood count is way down and an X-ray reveals the tumor in remission. A week later, Sam takes her home, the cancer completely gone. There's a huge party to celebrate the miracle of Bessie's deliverance, the whole neighborhood is there, even the Bishop comes to meet the woman whom God Himself reached out and cured of cancer.

The Rabbi looks all over the house for Sam and finally finds him in the basement, sitting in a straight back chair with black crepe hung over a mirror.

"Sam!" the Rabbi, exclaims, "What gives? Everyone is upstairs singng and dancing and drinking wine and trying to touch Bessie's hand so that her good fortune may pass to them and you're down here alone like you're sitting shiva. What's wrong?"

With tears in his eyes, Sam grasps the Rabbi's hand with both of his and sobs, "Rebbe, I could have saved Eleanor Roosevelt!"
On Mar 4, 2009, at 8:00 AM, Robin Frasier wrote:

Love your site, and the jokes. keep up the great work!

Love your site, and the jokes. keep up the great work!

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