The Wordle Friends struggle to focus on the puzzle, distracted as they are by the sensual, curvacious, seductive presence of Joan of Arc.
After repudiating game theory in favor of chaos theory, the lurking presence of a cephalopod alerts the Wordle Friends to an important truth.
All that stands between the frenzy of the rat race and the cleansing leasure of the sabbath is a five letter word, and the...
Isn't it peculiar how, from day to day, the Wordle Friends seem to be playing a game whose outcome vascillates wildily between chance, skill,...