The Seattle aquarium isn't playing the matchmaking game with their octopuses anymore, for a chilling reason: they're afraid that a date might turn into a public cannibal orgy.
I don't recall that peril from my youth, back when I was actively dating. I'm lucky to have escaped Seattle alive!
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