Paul the oracle Octopus is on everyone’s lips, and not plates! What must he be thinking?

I have eight legs, no wonder I’m four times better than you, dear Delphi/ Nostradamus.

Once the World Cup is over, I’m moving to Casino city. India? Oh no, no. I’ll be investigated for match fixing.

I just spoke to Dolly (the sheep). She’snot too happy with me hogging all the limelight.

Shit. I just overheard a German shark saying, ‘Fried calamari and cream of Paul soup for dinner’.

Geez. Stop overreacting. It’s just the Pavlov Dog syndrome. They gave me food wrapped in a German flag everyday and I was sick of eating the same shit, so I tried Spain on Tuesday.

I am the eight wonders of the world.

Paul McCartney, Paul Newman, Paul Walker, Saint Paul, I’m doing you all proud.

Maneka Gandhi, I could use some help here.

Anyone want a hug?

Jadeja asked me if he would score next match. I almost died laughing!

I just predicted my death: At the Nazi gas chambers.

(Reading letters from India with one tentacle, and juggling fish with the rest)
Dear Sri Sri Sri Sri Paul…Dear Baba Paul, prognosticator par excellence….

I got no spine, but I got mind.

Every octopus has his day.