Wordle With Friends

All that stands between one Wordle Friend and ruination is a momentary lapse in assiduity.

Regulating your emotions is the first step towards living life in the intended way: ofering nothing genuine of yourself, projecting a carefully curated image of how you'd like to be percieved, and treating every interaction like a transaction where the things you say are less a means of expression ad more a currency used to get a person to do what you want them to do (i.e. giving you something or leaving you alone but in a way where they still like you so you can use them again later if you need something).

Isn't it peculiar how, from day to day, the Wordle Friends seem to be playing a game whose outcome vascillates wildily between chance, skill, and fate.

It is the stated outlook and official platform of the Wordle Friends that the word in question is NOT a slur when used as a term of endearment and/or empowerment.  They will not be taking any further questions on the matter at this time.

Here, on the backswing of the ides of July, the Wordle Friends engage in a Campbellian meeting with the Goddess to shape, in spirit, the rest of their season together.

Hey, if you like the Wordle Freinds so much, why don't you marry them?  Or at least listen to one of them play a smoking hot block of classic rock hits from the 1970s every Friday at 3PM EST on trvrkrth.mixlr.com?

The Wordle Friends are not freakin' idiots, in fact they were bred for their skills in magic.

"I don't rely on chance.  I make my own luck." - Harvey Dent; the Wordle Friends

Wow, what an episode, you got these two guys, these two Wordle Friends, right, and they're trying to solve this puzzle, this Wordle, and they're doing it at the same time sort of?  I mean they're taking turns but it's like a race, sort of, to see who can finish the puzzle first.  These guys though, they're so crazy, they're always talking about just whatever, just like buddies do.  Anyway, I highly recommend it.  Sorry I gotta go, there's a ton of cops outside of this hole I dug myself to hide in.  Peace!

And to think, if Batman had somehow stopped him from falling into that vat of acide (or something?) the culture would have never known about the clown prince of crime.  And so it goes with Worlde Friends, one day you're solving a puzzle, the next you're such a twisted psychopath that you think something terrible like crime is funny, even to the point of out of control, maniacal laughter.