There's an octopus in Europe with a price on his head. Many Northern Europeans are CONVINCED that the eight-armed cephalopodic daemon-beast must have cursed the most deserving soccer team in history and caused the victory of the degenerate Spanish pigbucketeatingmen.
I am not bitter about the World-Cup victory of that bunch. Who cares? Spain doesn't have an economy, and they all smell like elderberries anyhow. Losers.
I am sad for the octopus.
Not because of the death-threats that have been made (the creature has been in hiding since sometime last week), but because of sex.
Sex. Sex. Sex. Yes, sex.
From Wikipedia:
Reproduction is a cause of death: males can only live for a few months after mating, and females die shortly after their eggs hatch.
Imagine how much different the dating scene would be if humans were like that.
A broken heart might be the best thing possible. Rejected suitors would leave everyone baffled by their suicides.......
Herewith another Wikisample:
"Octopuses have three hearts. Two pump blood through each of the two gills, while the third pumps blood through the body. Octopus blood contains the copper-rich protein hemocyanin for transporting oxygen. Although less efficient under normal conditions than the iron-rich hemoglobin of vertebrates, in cold conditions with low oxygen pressure, hemocyanin oxygen transportation is more efficient than hemoglobin oxygen transportation. The hemocyanin is dissolved in the plasma instead of being carried within red blood cells and gives the blood a blue color. Octopuses draw water into their mantle cavity where it passes through its gills. As mollusks, octopuses have gills that are finely divided and vascularized outgrowths of either the outer or the inner body surface."
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"In some countries, octopuses are on the list of experimental animals on which surgery may not be performed without anesthesia. In the UK, cephalopods such as octopuses are regarded as honorary vertebrates under the Animals (Scientific Procedures) Act 1986."
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Wow. Fascinating. Shades of Doctor Zoidberg.
Multi-hearted honourary vertebrate. Smells like anchovies.
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3 comments:
ah, i remember when i was made an honorary vertebrate. the ceremony was very moving, but more imortant than this to me was that my wife was prevented by court order from calling me "spineless".
LOL.
The whole thing seems fishy to me.
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