Fear and Loathing in Los Angeles
Nadya was afraid to go into the basement alone. Damp and dusty, it wasn't very inviting. A single bare lightbulb cast ominous shadows into every corner. She feared seeing a mouse run across the concrete floor.
But there were more frightening things than vermin. Looking to her left, her worst fears were realized.
It was growing bigger by the minute...she'd never escape. As she watched, a whirling mass of color tumbled from the chute in the basement ceiling.
She walked determinedly over to the pile.
Thus begins another Saturday laundry day for the Octomom.