Bitch Is Broke: The OctoSana Edition
Back in 2011, Mad Mel Gibson’s ex-gold digging piece and the mother of his poor child, Oksana Grigorieva, made the entire gold digging community hit their foreheads with their shovels while saying “DOH!” when she stupidly turned down a $15 million settlement from that Jew-hating, maniacal, dried-up Rottweiler testicle. If Oksana took that money, she’d be cackling into the night air while her high-paid sex slaves blew HER before jacuzzi. But Oksana got super greedy and thought she could pull more gold coins out of Mad Mel’s pockets if she dragged his charbroiled dingo goiter face in front of a judge in court. Oksana gambled and lost, because the judge awarded her a $750,000 settlement, which Mad Mel has to pay in installments until 2016. It was a sad day in gold digging history. We all lowered our shovels at half-mast. And now, OctoSana’s checking account is as empty as Mel Gibson’s sanity tank.
TMZ says that she recently filed for bankruptcy, because she only has a $10 bill to her name and has $48,000 in assets, but owes $438,000. She gets $20,000 a month in child support from Mad Mel for their daughter Lucia and she gets $2,500 a month in child support from Timothy Dalton for their son Alexander. OctoSana is a singer and an artist, but she’s only made $200 in 6 months from royalties and she sold one painting for $500. A major chunk of her debts is from legal bills. OctoSana went through 40 lawyers during her custody bitch fight with Mad Mel and she owes her attorneys around $250,000.
Oh, OctoSana, I had such high gold digging hopes for you….
You can’t just take your settlement and inject it all directly into your lips. Noted gold diggers turned serious business women like Kimora Lee and Heather Mills (um, she did reach for the entrepreneurial stars with that failed Vegan fast-food restaurant) should take OctoSana under their wing and teach her how to turn a pile of an old rich man’s money into four piles of your own money, because this is just dreadful. Now OctoSana has to take her face to her back alley plastic surgeon’s office and squeeze out some of that filler in her inner tube lips for a refund (plus a 20% restocking fee). The worst part of all of this is that glum cunt Mel is probably smug cunt Mel today.