I think it's been about a year, and I'm still sick of the Octomom. I get in my car this morning, and the big news story on the radio is that she went on her first date in "quite some time." They went to Joe's Crab Shack. Ha! Typical... Uhh yeah lady, when you're a single mother of fourteen kids, you've just about reduced your love life to your monthly appointment with your gynecologist. And for the guy that agreed to go on a date with her, you're either: a.) That much worse for wanting to be in the public spotlight so bad that you'd walk into the eye of the perfect storm, or b.)unhealthily obsessed with Angelina Jolie, or c.) More blind (and stupid) than David Patterson (sorry if there are any blind people reading this). In all seriousness, though, this lady should be jailed. Why is she memorialized by the media. Who cares? If I were a Californian, I would be protesting the fact that she is allowed to do anything and everything but take care of her kids. She's apparently dating, appearing on Late Night TV, trying to get a dating show on the Game Show Network (because all of her other reality shows must have failed?)...She can't possibly have time to spend with her children. (All of this I learned from the radio, of course...) Who's paying and providing her childcare? This lady is a microcosm of everything that is wrong with America.... Please don't send this to the DD, that's not what this is about....it's just a morning rant of frustration.
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How would that even be possible? Anyways I feel your pain about the whole situation and in the end the kids will suffer the most from it...not to mention the taxpayers that will be taking care of them for God knows how long.
Just when I thought she couldn't get any more annoying...Shovelface had to show us that her laugh is incredibly obnoxious...
She'll be a celebrity as long as the public remains interested in her. People love pathetic side-shows like this lady. She ain't the only one.
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My ex also has a laugh that comes out of nowhere and doesn't feature volume control...but as much as it got on my nerves sometimes, it is nowhere near as bad as this crazy lady's cackle.
There's a big government budget deficit in CA now and they're having layoffs. In a round-about way, her tab on the state has probably cost a couple state workers their jobs Thats for another forum... The lesson we've learned is 1-3-5, 14 kids...as long as you look slim and fit afterward, thats all that matters.
Come on now, really? Is that necessary? It is amazing to me that she's still getting press, but I think the whole Jon & Kate crowd needs something to talk about. Is this chic trying to look like Angelina?
I swear (and admit), if I saw someone who look like that from behind (Octomom) I'd . . . probably hit on her and I don't mean it in a literal way. If I were drunken, I'd probably wouldn't care either way, especially if it's a place where there aren't alot of women or in a club/bar where the women (esp. the hot ones) start (or have) left to go to a gay bar down the street. No point in chasing after them, since they want to be left alone and not bothered by heterosexual guys in the first place or they wouldn't be leaving a bar of me who are interested in them to go to one where none of the men are interesting(Mazyar thread reference). So, I've got a little rum/vodka/scotch/brandy in my system, maybe a few pitchers of beer (if I were younger possibly high). I see some chick in a red shirt with long black hair, sitting at a table by herself, as the club is somewhat thinning out. None of the guys are talking to her, and I try wipe my face off with napkins. I get closer and notice she has big red lips, and throw in a breath mint, as she doesn't see me. I walk over, very coordinator and tighten up (so I don't slur speech or movement from all of the alcohol and illegal substances). I ask her does she want some company, and she smiles and says yes. She even pulls the chair out for me I start telling her about me week, ramble on, and I hear "Ahahahe." I smile, and she say you are so drunk, but adorable. I tell her, are you an Angelina Jolie impersonator or something...you kinda look like her, "Ahaheha," she laughs-oinks and suddenly stops. She asks me, "You don't know who I am?" I'm like...umm...umm...my guardian angel who looks like Angelina Jolie. "Ahahahe," the woman laughs and stops immediately again. "No, silly, " she says. "I . . . I . . .I can't figure out who you are," I respond. "Well, my name is Nadya, and I'm from Fullerton, and a 30 ish with nice demeanor and nice body (especially after everything that has happened)," she replies as she extends her hands out. I say my name and shake her hand (though 30 ish comment catches me a little bit). But we don't let go so easily. I'm trying hard as hell to keep my head from being so drunk. "You had too much tonight, Hehehahehaa,: She laughs. "Oh, it's natural, but not terminal to the point where I am falling out of the house in my boxers at 2:30 in the afternoon," I throw out the lamest joke I could think of. "AHaheha," she laughs and continues to talk about her life, mainly her younger life and her days in college. She even talks about the time she did something really wild and flashed (with her friends) a police officer,and how they didn't get in trouble. The police officer even honked his horn and smiled at them. She started to go into further details about her adult life, and how she used to work for hospitals as psychiatrist technician. Even, admitting she had already been divorce. She seemed like another career oriented woman - post divorce, but she does talk an awful lot about kids. But I suspected, that is something alot of women do (esp. if they have kids or want some), and I'm not thinking too hard being drunk and sort of horny. She admits that she has kids, and that they don't have a father . .. "Oh, ... I say." Then, she continues,"Says I had them through IVF." I'm like ok, that makes sense. She stops talking for a second, and stares into my dropping eyes, as I try to keep great contact with hers. And, I tell her, "I can't stop looking at your eyes," as I kept trying to hold my head and finally laid it on my right hand. "AHaheh," she laughed. I put my hand on her arm, and she smiled. I started kissing on it and then I started to suck on her wrist. She tasted to real good... She smiles, and says that she has 14 kids. I don't believe her, and keep on feeling her soft hands and arms. She's like one of the best looking women I've ever been with, she looks like Angelina Jolie, and she is right here in my hands. She starts to cuddle me, as I thought I was in heaven . . . or going there and...then we left.
I thought it was funny when she said "people tell me I have luscious lips". Yeah, and if I went and bought a BMW people would probably mention that I had a BMW.
