OctoMom chewed off her straitjacket, slipped past the mental hospital security guards, stole an outfit from a hitchhiking hooker in Denver who hasn’t bought a new dress since 1991, and made her way to NYC to tape an interview with the ladies of The View. An interview that was co-sponsored by the Food and Drug Administration and the Department of Mental Health.
Seriously, it’s as if Amadeus’ laugh took a sponge bath in liquid meth. I kept waiting for her to hand Hasselcrack a poison apple. I mean, OctoMom needs to replace her collagen injections with Ritalin injections.
What I’m trying to say here is that a pile of bat shit looks at OctoMom and says, “Bitch, you crazy!”