The Life of an Octopus

I am not a football fans.

In fact, the only feature of mine that resembles a football was my round bold head.

I was hatched on January 2008. My boss name me after an apostle of Jesus. Two years had gone, i am in my middle age now, equivalent to your human age of 50.

Ever since i was born, once in a while, they insert two boxes into my house. I was frustrated. Just feed me like usual will you ? why stuff my food into two weird boxes? But after a second thought, i sense something. Actually, the taste of the food are different!. Sometimes, the box that is nearer to me smell more appealing than the other. Sometimes, they simply put some rotten prawn in one of the box. These left me no choice but to choose the better food.


I feel good. I am well taken care off. just that sometimes those boxes frustrates me. You know, i am boneless, and i have to use all my strength just to open the box. unlike my wild predator counterpart in the deep blue sea, i am numb.

Now that i am approaching retirement age, i think my boss and nurses would not feed me by boxes. What a relief. they think i am good in opening boxes, and for that, the want to find me a girlfriend. I heard that her name is Pauline. They expect me to pass down my boxes opening to my heir.

My fellow Octopus around the world

I am one of the few lucky octopus that lives until middle age and about to enjoy my retirement

I wish to say how sorry i am knowing that human alien ate you brutally

They cut you into pieces and wrapped into some flour ball and call you tako yaki

They eat you alive

They pierce through your ass up to your head and 2 of your friends in a stick and burn you

Bros, i see you in the after life. Seriously, if you want to live a good life like me, learn how to open boxes. Human alien will be amazed by your ability to open the box and get the food...i think.


Paul