As rapid, alternating wins in the month of April begin to resemble the give and take of a fencing match, The Wordle Freinds enter the piste and then en garde, approach, feint, guard, lunge, parry, riposte, recover, and fleche.
If freindship is the sunflower of late summer, then betrayal is a weevil, gorging on its tender bracts. The Wordle Freinds may need to...
Heard joke once: Two men go to doctor. Say they are depressed. Say life seems harsh and cruel. Say they feel all alone in...
The Wordle Friends send off the show with boundless love and abundant gratitude.