In the Cotton State, if the heat don't getcha the rattlers will. But not when you're swamp trash like the Wordle Friends. Why they were practically bred to survive even the most cavernous depths of the Bible belt. So heat up a Po Boy and listen to this here yarn.
Still 50% beleaguered by ill health, the Wordle Friends find themselves once more staring down a solve guaranteed to leave them questioning the foundation...
"You know, it is what it is. They played a great game, I played a great game. They came here to win, I came...
"I don't rely on chance. I make my own luck." - Harvey Dent; the Wordle Friends