One down-on-his-luck Wordle Friend wipes the soot from his cheeks, tucks in his tattered scarf, and begs for a pittance.
Colloquialisms. Patois. Lexicon spillong from common, peon tongues. The Wordle Friends would not break bread with such lowborn ruffians, so how could they possibly...
oopsie, i edited this episode and then forgot to upload before i went to do a bunch of errands, and now i'm back to...
With only 5 games remaining in the month, the race between the Wordle Friends narrows not unlike the osseus hand of the reaper tightens...