With July properly underway (past the inaugural days but not yet having reached the ides), one Wordle Friend is stopped in his tracks when the ghost of a long-dead tyrant rears his ugly countenance to enact his wretched curse.
In which the Wordle Friends carelessly promenade, gambol, and softshoe on the teetering precipice of their own cancellations.
What's with these homies guessing my word? Why do they gotta front? The Wordle Friends will answer these questions and more on today's thrilling...
The Wordle Friends wish a Happy New Year to all Delta passengers.