OctoMom's local marijuana dispensary must've raised their prices, because bitch is hustling hard (not really) for another quick check and her hustle game led her to posing as Oscar Angie and Tomb Raider Angie for InTouch Weekly. InTouch would've totally nailed this Octo as Angie photo shoot (not really, the sequel) if they Photoshopped Angie's bulging vein of doom onto Octo's endless forehead and replaced the deadness in Octo's eyes with a twinkle that says, "Bring me your ripest virgin."
Because you care, InTouch asked Octo what she does on a daily basis and she lied and said "a lot!" instead of saying "drink myself into a coma in the utility closet."
“I do a lot! I’m a cook, a chauffeur and a nanny! [I spend] a couple hundred dollars a week on groceries. I do several loads [of laundry] every day — there’s always clothes in my washer.”
Your mind is throbbing from how fascinating this is, I know. And what does Octo think about Angie?
“I admire her. She saves children’s lives. I get that we both have a lot of kids, but I don’t think I look anything like her.”
Octo isn't giving herself enough credit. If you took Angie and filled her with helium, more craziness and desperation, she'd look just like Octo. And yes, Angie saves children's lives, I guess, but when is she going to save the lives of the OctoKids? Because I'm sure that while Octo was talking to InTouch, a few of the OctoKids were hitchhiking back home after she accidentally left them in the grocery store parking lot.
Somebody just keeps screwing with OctoMom's life, because when authorities aren't investigating her for being a drunken wreck who loses her kids, she's being investigated for cheating taxpayers out of money. TMZ says that somebody tipped off the authorities about Octo's shady ways. They told officials at the L.A. County Dept. of Welfare Fraud Prevention and Investigation that Octo is collecting welfare even though she's not eligible since she made $200,000 last year.
The fame whore business is obviously the business to be in, because Octo allegedly made all that money from banging herself in the most tragic fap porn ever, stripping, making appearances and whoring her child army out. Before she was making all that money, Octo went on welfare to help her to put food in the mouths of all 14 of her kids. Since Octo has 15 mouths to feed including her own, she's eligible for public assistance if she makes less than $119,000 a year. If the person who snitched her out is telling the truth, then she's way over the limit and is breaking laws.
Investigators have launched an investigation and have already talked to people around Octo. If they find out that she did commit welfare fraud and she's convicted of it, she could get up to 3 years in the clink.
$200,000 is a lot of coins, but it's not a lot of coins when you have to take care of 14 screaming kids who are constantly screaming at you to put food in their stomach bags. If I lived in one house with that many children, I would spend every cent of that $200,000 on booze, weed and black market anti-depressants. I know this crazy bitch did to herself, but damn.
What Octo needs to do is rent out her child army. If you know someone who is having unprotected sex and isn't ready to be a parent, pay Octo $200 to let them live with her child army for one day. It'll be like Planned Parenthood's answer to Scared Straight. Their baby making parts will be scared into never wanting to produce a human ever. Octo will make a quick $200, she won't have to pay a babysitter, she can stop abusing the welfare system and that person you know who isn't ready to be a parent will never have sex again! It's a win/win for everyone.
Or Octo can just admit that she committed welfare fraud and gladly go to prison where she can smoke contraband weed and inject dish soap into her lips.
TMZ has a video from last year of an obviously plastered OctoMom cackling like a hyena on helium in a hotel room before checking herself into rehab. In the video, OctoMom is losing whatever mind she has left and going full Taylor Armstrong by hysterically laughing while rolling around on the bed. It's like something you'd find in one of the rooms at the dance academy in Suspiria. It's a nightmare. Shortly after that video was shot, OctoMom checked herself into rehab, checked out and told everyone she was one hundred percent clean. But apparently, she isn't.
TMZ says that OctoMom has traded her love of pills for her love of weed. Octo got her weed card and has been toking up all day, every day. Octo's friends say that smoking the good shit has opened up the beast and she's acting insane again. They're afraid that if she's always high, she won't be able to take care of her child army. Last month, Octo's crazy ass called her son's school in a panic, because he didn't make it home and she was convinced the bus didn't drop him off. The school talked to the bus driver who said that he saw Octo pick her son up from the bus stop with his own eyes. The good shit must've eaten away the part of her brain that controls her short-term memory, because ho forgot about picking her son up from the bus stop. He was in his room the entire time.
That shit reminds me of that hilariously sad moment on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills when Taylor Armstrong didn't know where her daughter was. A drunk as shit Taylor called up Kyle to say that she couldn't come to the unveiling of Kim's nose, because some rich dude was taking her on an overnight trip. Kyle was taking care of Taylor's daughter Kennedy at the time, so she asked, "So I guess I'll just keep Kennedy overnight." Taylor then said something like, "Oh, she's with you?" The dumb bitch didn't know where her daughter was!
Obviously, Taylor and OctoMom should open up a daycare center together.
If I had 14 kids to feed, clothe and take care of, I'd have a weed mask permanently strapped to my face and I'd lose them all the time. A week wouldn't go by without me saying, "Hey, where's #12? I left him back at the supermarket? Ugh, I'm not going to drive all the way back there. He'll be fine, it's about time he make it on his own anyway." But that's why I don't have 14 kids!
Gina B (not to be confused with Gina G) the nanny who used to work for OctoMom and said that she gets drunk on vodka and cranberry juice all the time, is spilling more secrets and this one I didn't need to know. I'm passing it on to you, because we will suffer and scrub the sucio images out of our brain with a rusty Chore Boy together!
OctoMom said a couple of months ago that the older members of her child army sort of know that the food she put on their table came from her tickling her twat on camera. Well if Gina is telling the truth, then at least one of Octo's mom kids not only knows about the video, he's seen it with his own eyes. ("So that's why he always runs away screaming from the cafeteria when it's open-faced meat lasagna day" said OctoMom's son's teacher.)
TMZ says that back in June, Gina ratted out Octo to Child Protective Services after finding out that the 11-year-old OctoKid was watching porn on his phone and it wasn't just any porn, it was his mom's porn. Octo somehow found out that her 11-year-old son was watching her scratch cat in her debut porn movie and asked Gina to block the site from his phone. Gina couldn't block the site from his phone, because Octo wouldn't give her the password to it. Octo apparently handled the situation herself by telling her son to stay away from porn.
Walking in on your parents doing stuff that you never want to see them doing is scarring enough, so I can only image the emotional scars that are left on your soul when you watch a video of your mom doing that to herself. That 11-year-old kid just won a free pass to do whatever the hell he wants.
Cop: So, I pulled you over, because there's five bloody limbs hanging out of your trunk, you were driving 150 mph in a stolen car, you mowed down a litter of kittens, your backseat is filled with weed you stole from a medical marijuana dispensary, you reek of a Lohan and worst of all, you're blasting a Carly Rae Jepsen song.
OctoKid: My mom is OctoMom and I watched her porn when I was 11.
Cop: Have a good night, sir. Drive safe. Do you need a police escort to the strip club?
And obviously, Octo should take away his phone and use the money to pay for daily, intensive hypnotherapy sessions.
I know, that's White Oprah's trademarked parenting technique. LAWSUIT!
Anybody who has seen an OctoMom interview isn't surprised that she's hooked on Xanax (and possibly delicious vodka), because the crazy bitch talks like her brain just exploded and all the thoughts are pouring out of her mouth hole at once. TMZ says that OctoMom traded in her addiction to IVF for an addiction to pills and now she's sitting in a Southern California rehab clinic to control her thirst for Xanax. OctoMom's rep tells TMZ that she checked into Chapman House Rehabilitation Center over the weekend and left her entire child army with 3 nannies, 2 friends and 1 driver. Those 6 tortured souls will take care of OctoMom's tribe of 14 chirruns while she's dealing with some shit for the next 30 days. OctoMom's rep said this:
"Nadya wanted to get off the Xanax she was prescribed by her doctor and learn to deal with her stress, exhaustion and anxiety with professional help with a team of doctors. Nadya wanted to deal with her issues and make sure she is the best mother she can be.”
OctoMom's rep said that the rehab clinic is taking care of the bill even though she wanted to use some of her fap porn money to pay for it.
One of Octo's former nannies, Gina B, tells Radar that Xanax isn't her only mind number of choice. Gina says that Octo regularly guzzled from a water bottle filled with vodka and cranberry juice. Gina hasn't ever seen Octo drive the child army around while she's seven kinds of plastered, but Gina has heard stories about people stopping Octo from driving drunk.
OctoMom's head is permanently pregnant with the crazy, but in her defense, if I had 14 screeching brats crawling all over me and begging for food all the time, I'd be fucked up on more than just Xanax. I don't condone shooting heroin directly into your skull, but I do condone it if you have 14 kids to take care of on a fap porn star salary. I know OctoMom did this to herself and Child Protective Services should probably just call it a day by selling all of her kids in a Going Out of Business Sale, but it's a miracle that she's still lucid enough to know that the best way to skip out on all your responsibilities is to get an addiction to Xanax so you can take an all-expenses paid VACATION! Bitch still has one sanity cell left in her brain (no, she doesn't).
What's grosser than gross? No it's not a joke, it's this story I came across about Octomom. It's disgusting enough that she forces us to think about her and sex at the same time with all of her nasty videos and Howard Stern appearances and pole dancing and other vomit inducing shit. But this story that I hope to hell is not true is, incredibly, far more disturbing than any of that stuff.
According to TMZ, a couple of her old nannies are throwing out allegations of child sexual abuse. Not that she abused her children, but that she allowed one of her boys to take one of her girls to the side where the nannies said he would touch her inappropriately. The nannies say that Octomom never tried to stop it, acted like it was no big deal, and they go on to talk about other neglect and abuse that they witnessed. Stay down, breakfast, stay down.
Octo says that the nannies are lying and I say HOLY FUCK I FUCKING HOPE SO. Ugh. All I know is if I ever want to abuse some kids, I'm taking my ass to Cali. CPS should just move the whole family into their facility so they can save themselves all the trips.
Officers from Child Protective Services who visit OctoMom's future house of bad decisions, wherever that may be, might be wondering why Octo's 11-year-old son stands in the corner with frozen eyes and a Magic Eraser in his hand that he uses to scrub the dark-sided images from his head. This is why. Octo tells Celebuzz (via Crushable) that she is completely honest with all fifty million of her kids and the older ones knows about her fap porn debut. I doubt they know that she hugged her clit with her fingers until her eyes rolled back, but they do sort of know that the piece of Wonder Bread they're eating was bought with money she made from fucking her own body on camera. Octo puts it like this:
“I raise them in total honesty, so they’ll never have any resentment or harbor resentment when they grow up. They do [know] to a certain degree. They do not know the total details, but I raise them in total honesty.
They’re totally desensitized…our experiences allowed all of us to pull out strengths we didn’t know we possess.”
Octo truly is operating on a different frequency than the sane. Total honesty? I'm not a parent and I know that you're not supposed to fill your children's ears with the truth all the time. That's just crazy bitch talk. If the world becomes an even more fucked up place by me becoming somebody's dad, I'm so not going to tell them the truth. I'm going to lie to them all the time. It's the best thing for everyone. "No, kid, I wasn't drinking drunk juice while watching you and your little friends play in the park. It was grape juice and it was unsweetened, which is why I didn't give you any. I don't know why your friends told you that. They must have a disease that makes them lie all the time! I forbid you to see them anymore! Not really, but I've always wanted to say that." "No, kid, I can't buy you that candy. Did you know that every time a parent gives into their kid's whines and buys them a candy at the checkout lane, a kitten gets diabetes?"
The only thing I won't lie to my kid bout is the Santa thing. I won't let some fake bitch get all the credit for me standing in a long ass line with a bunch of assholes at KMart on December 24th to buy some dumb toy.
That being said, it was good of Octo to tell her kids. When they go on the Internet and Google "How can I get a pack of wolves to adopt me?", they'll eventually somehow run into their mom's self-fuck video. They're going to find out anyway.
And when Octo tells her kids about her ear-murdering song, they'll each respond by doing this:
Today's theme is turning into "songs that'll make your ear holes give birth to two terrifying bundles of bloody screams," so let's go all the way with this clip of OctoMom's first (and hopefully for the sake of EVERYTHING, last) song called "Sexy Party," which would make sense as a title if "sexy" was another word for "painful" and "party" was another word for "death."
TMZ posted a clip of Octo's latest attempt at #gettingmoneybitch and it's as terrible as it's cover and it's totally the reason for why I have anal leakage. (Yes, it's the reason for my anal leakage. I'm sticking to that. I'm sticking to other things too, but I'm mostly sticking to that right now.) The clip is short, so it won't hurt that much, but it's still the morning after pill of songs.
Auto-tune truly is the work of Lucifer, because it makes any and every fame whoring tone-deaf trick think they can throat fart out lyrics in a song. But you know, it could be worse, it could be another one of Farrah Abrawhatever's songs. And did that bitch just name drop "Octoloan"?!
In her continued effort to #getmoneybitch, OctoMom has made genitals turn inside/out with her fap tape, has made retinas curl by boringly working the stripper pole, has made you throw up a barrel of laughs with her OctoLoans commercial and now she's going after your ears. Kim Zolciak's untalented ass showed everyone that you can make money from a piece of shit song even if you sound like a robot walrus farting into a wind tunnel, so OctoMom has joined fame whore forces with reality type Adam Barta and together they are putting out a musical terrorist threat called "Sexy Party. I'm guessing that OctoMom's song is neither sexy, nor a party.
The song doesn't come out until September, but TMZ already has the "cover art" for that mess. This is what it looks like when desperation and Photoshop collide in the worst possible way. OctoMom says that she's paying tribute to Madge's "Like A Prayer" era with this cover. I sort of see a tribute to Madge, but I mostly see a tribute to vomit and that Photoshopped handbra is obviously a tribute to Janet Jackson. But what I really don't understand is how those crucifixes didn't turn upside down from being faced with this dark-sidedness? If you poured dirty douche water on an Affliction t-shirt and put it under a microscope, this is what you'd see.
With all that being said, you know I'm going to download Octo's "Sexy Party" when it comes out. My thirst for fuckery always takes me to the darkest places.
OctoMom got off welfare the old-fashioned way (aka shriveling retinas by sucking off a huge baby bottle during her strip show debut) and now she's trying to get money the other old-fashioned way: by begging for it.
TMZ says that Octo will be kicked out of her house of baby screeches and overstuffed Pampers any day now and she needs money for a down payment on another house to raise her child army in. So Octo's holding up her empty change cup by posting a donation page on GoFundMe.com (more like GoBlowMe.com) and asking her "fans" for $150,000.
As of this morning, Octo is so close to meeting her goal and by that I mean she's 1% there after two days! I know, don't everybody throw your dollars at Octo's donation page at the same time or the Internet might break from the sheer weight of money in her PayPal account. Karen the Bus Monitor, who? In all seriousness, why aren't whores dumping all of their lube fund money into Octo's online begging purse for making Tumblr a sexier place thanks to GIF after GIF of her twisting her eyes while twisting her octoclit. (Warning: Do not search for those GIFs unless you want to make your keyboard a barfier place).
TMZ also says that Octo is still going to do her side jobs in case she doesn't get that $150k for free and that brings up another question. Octo has at least 150 kids and each one of those 150 kids probably has good credit and their own social security number, so why hasn't she taken a loan in all of their names?
What is the point of having ten million children if you don't commit identity theft against them by taking out loans in their names?!