octipple

My octipple just side-eyed me during my morning coffee. I know I messed up.

I tried to wear a shirt, and my octipple didn’t care. It just showed up like it owned the place.

My octipple is the reason I failed my math test. It was whispering answers to my friend.

My octipple won’t stop telling me I’m gonna fail life. It’s been doing it since I was 12.

I tried to sleep, but my octipple had a side conversation with my pillow. I lost the battle.

My octipple is the reason my mom started yelling at me. It told her I was a disappointment.

My octipple is out to get me. It’s been throwing shade since I was born.

I tried to eat my lunch, but my octipple took a bite out of my sandwich. That’s not fair.

My octipple started a fight with my little brother. Now my whole family is in chaos.

My octipple just started arguing with my mom. I don’t even know what it’s about.

I tried to watch TV, but my octipple was arguing with the remote. That’s not cool.

My octipple is the reason my dad is late to work. They’re arguing about who’s the better parent.

My octipple is the funniest one. It tells jokes and makes me laugh even when I’m mad.

I tried to focus on my homework, but my octipple was doing impressions of my teacher. That’s not helping.

My octipple just started singing in the shower. I don’t even know what song it was.

My octipple is crying over a crumpled napkin. That’s not a real problem.

I tried to go to sleep, but my octipple was having a meltdown about the lighting in the room. I’m not even sure what that means.

My octipple just started a full-blown drama with my little brother over a pencil. I swear they’re gonna fight.