In which the Wordle Friends carelessly promenade, gambol, and softshoe on the teetering precipice of their own cancellations.
The Wordle Friends, in the simple act of solving a word puzzle, demolish a hegemony and establish an isocracy.
The Wordle Friends throw down like a couple of juiced up crust punks.
Here, on the backswing of the ides of July, the Wordle Friends engage in a Campbellian meeting with the Goddess to shape, in spirit,...