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Paul The Psychic Octopus, 2008-2010
Paul the psychic octopus, oracle of sport, scourge of despots, and supermarket pitch-cephalopod, is in eight-legged heaven. I mean, he's dead. No cause of death has been provided, which seems kind of—wait for it—fishy to me. (Sorry.) Paul the psychic octopus was 2.
Lamentations!
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I have so many unanswered questions!
Grieve not. Paul the Octopus is actually now on an uncharted hyper-luxury resort island in the South Pacific, along with Amelia Earhart, Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, and Ken Lay.
No "a call to arms" tag on this one?
Cause of death: light breading, flash frying.
[some sort of "octopi aren't fish" explanation]
Sad vuvuzela.
You know, this is just devastating news. Not sure how I'll make it through. Gonna have to just keep my mind octopied I guess.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most mollusk mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
shortest 8-tentacled tenure.
Somehow, these Gummy Worms I've attached to the Magic Eightball just don't seem to do him justice.
Fuck Paul! Because of his terrible investment advice, I lost my bib. What a slimeball.
Bet he didn't see that one coming.
Paul's been dead for years. See: lyrics and artwork forYellow Submarine.
But really, this sucks.
Paul'd let us in, knows where we've been, in his garden in the shade.
Has anyone checked that Argentinian TV host\'s alibi? [RIP you magical cephalopod]