Oksana Grigorieva was supposed to sit down with Oprah to spill the dirty jacuzzi water on the leather ass sack of hot farts named Mel Gibson, but her lawyers put a stop to that shit since she’s currently involved in a custody battle against him. But OctoSana still managed to get in an interview with People Magazine without her lawyers finding out first.
From the pieces I’ve read and heard about on Today this morning, the interview is sort of more of the same. She mostly talks about the night she recorded the infamous Mel-ocide tapes and says that she really thought he was going to send her to Jesus that day. Here’s a few dingles from OctoSana’s interview with People (via USA Today):
OctoSana on the night she thought she was going to prematurely check into heaven: On Jan. 6, she says, Gibson was at the house “frothing at the mouth, contorting his face and as she tried to leave, she alleges, he punched her twice – once in the head, once in the mouth… and pulled a gun and started waving it.” One of the blows hit Lucia in the chin, Grigorieva told People. But she didn’t contact police because she feared Gibson’s retaliation if she went public.
OctoSana on being called a gold digger (Wait, is that a bad thing?): “I’m being bullied by a very rich man.” She says she is having trouble making ends meet… but vehemently denies she is a gold digger.
OctoSana on why she forgives Mad Mel: She’s very Christian and she believes in forgiveness. … I think her thinking is I’d better make the best of this situation. He is, after all, the father of that child.
OctoSana on how Mad Mel’s nickname should really be Miserable Mel: She says Gibson is “depressed” and suicidal, adding, “He would have killed himself many times if he wasn’t Catholic,” reported Today this morning.
I must have been past out drunk in the pews during the part in Catholic mass where the priest said that turning a gun on yourself is the quickest way to send your soul on the CROCS express train to Satanville, but turning a gun on somebody else and hitting a baby is a-o-fucking-k!
The “frothing at the mouth” shit confirms that if Cujo learned how to speak human English from Rosetta Stone: Anti-Semite Cunt Edition and never got a blow job in his life, he would be just like Mel Gibson.