I knew that'd be enough to draw you sickos in! It's true,
Nadya Suleman aka the
Octomom has made a fetish video in which she spanks (rather daintily actually) radio personality
Tattoo. I found it hard to sit through this video for several reasons, (1) Homegirl needs some acting lessons, she's hardly believable as a person let alone a skanked up leather-clad babysitter. (2) You have eight kids and you don't know how to spank correctly? For someone dressed up like a dominatrix wannabe you better be able to crack the whip with some feeling. (3) I wanted to jump into the video Mary Poppins style and handle the whip myself because all that whining and raspy baby talk was making me want to stab my eardrums with knitting needles. And (4) Who says that a fetish video has to be such low quality? What, would it kill the producer to spring for some lighting, or maybe a tripod? I guess all the production money went to those killer costumes and amazing ball pit.
But I guess a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. She doesn't have any baby daddies to scam for child support and lord knows the new health care bill isn't going to pay for all that collagen... and silicone... and tummy tucks. I just can't wait until these kids grow up and see the publicity hell storm they were born into. Can
Angelina Jolie please come adopt them now?! They're still young, they probably won't even be able to tell the difference.
Well, here is it. Why do I do this to myself?
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Via
Dlisted
The Outlaw
It was noon on the 4th of July. The sun hung high in the sky as I ran down the winding mountainside. My formerly spastic running had been replaced by something more steady; my breath was deep and even, my stride was fast and long, and the city pavement and skyline had been replaced by a pothole ridden mountain road canopied by hundred year woods. It was beautiful, and something that helped me clear my mind. Two miles down, two miles up. As I rounded the final bend down the mountain I saw the bottom of the ski slope I'd just run down,
"This is going to be a bitch back up," I said to myself, out of breath.
Continue reading Interactions With An Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless Pt. V 
