The Wordle Friends converge yet again to tangle together the threads of luck and skill, until a single victor remains, panting and misted with blood atop the sacraficial pyramid, wondering if he owes his victory (and his life) to his own two hands or those countless ones of the gods. Also, Sonic the Hedgehog is briefly discussed.
In which the Wordle Friends forget to mention that it's the first night of Hanukkah and instead talk about orbs for some reason.
In which one Wordle Friend hastens to write an episode description in order to finish his show production duties so that he can indulge...
This has nothing to do with today's episode, but one of my fantasies is to hire a couples therapist to listen to every episode...