“Nadya got real greedy. This woman is nuts.” This is the shit OctoMommy’s former spokeswhore said to UsWeekly after quitting her insane ass on Friday night.
NUTS doesn’t even begin to describe the craziness that bitch is made out of. If you took the word NUTS, wrapped it in straitjackets, threw it in a padded room and treated it with electroshock therapy while a chorus of Nurse Ratcheds danced around it, it still wouldn’t look as half as crazy as OctoMommy.
This is the second time a publicist crossed OctoMommy off their client list. Her first pr whore couldn’t take all the death threats. Victor Munoz, her second spokesbitch, didn’t seem to mind the death threats, he just couldn’t take the fact that his client doesn’t have the sane gene in her whole body. Victor went on to say, “It just got to be too much. It’s pretty much a free for all over there right now. They are freaking out right now. Not to sound arrogant, but those people depended on me for everything. You have no idea what I’ve had to do for these people. This I can say: what ultimately destroyed the business arrangement was personal reasons.”
What ultimately destroyed it was that you can probably have a more reasonable conversation with a fucking burnt rutabaga than with that bag of crazy.
You know, OctoMommy is running out of options. Somebody, preferably a psychiatrist, should introduce her to Heather Mills. The two have one major thing in common: they are both certifiably motherfucking INSANE. They’ve got backwards brains! Together they can open up a pr agency for wackos. I’m sure there’s a loony bin that will give them free office space with a gorgeous view of a padded wall.