Heard joke once: Two men go to doctor. Say they are depressed. Say life seems harsh and cruel. Say they feel all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, 'Treatment is simple. The great Wordle Friends are in town tonight. Go and see them. That should pick you up.' The men burst into tears. They say, 'But doctor…we ARE the Wordle Friends.'
With only a single point between them, a smattering of creepy words left in the wizard hat, and scarce opportunites left to get on...
With glorious spring wholely underway, the Wordle Friends process a few major changes to the show and then enjoy the gliding, tractionless gloss of...
Here, on the backswing of the ides of July, the Wordle Friends engage in a Campbellian meeting with the Goddess to shape, in spirit,...