If I were to go live in the Southern of Europe, in a mediterranean environment, I think this would be the ultimate octopus a restaurant could serve me and make sure I would not touch. Not not touch because I don’t like octopus, I love octopus to be honest.

But not touch because it looks so frakkin’ awesome.

Except for one small detail, a really minor detail. It’s $249. And you can not eat it either. No amount of IRN BRU can help you digest this. So you’ll have to find a spot on your desk or coffee table for it. Now go order me one and send it as a gift to the Frankylicious HQ.

Women should love it as well because it’s 12″.