This is my winning Scrabble against a level 6 Scrabulous robut. As you
can see, I won by 150 points, and the robut—already dyslexic and
anorexic and all sorts of other ic’s—committed suicide. Highlights: I
played “quine + here”, “quine” again for the extra sexy, “pond (triple) + to
+ pin”, and “ere + ley (triple)”.
It’s the final round. I have four As, an O, and a Z. Impossible to
clear my voluptuous rack, right? Wrong. Dead wrong. I played “ag”
and then “aga” and then “zag” and then “za” and then “of + ou.”
International Scrabble association, I’ll take my gold trophies now please.
The little boy sat over the anthill with a magnifying glass, waiting
for the inevitable fire. His nose dribbled a little, and he wiped
it with the wrist not holding the bringer-weapon of fire. Nothing was
catching fire, and his lazy summer was glacially drifting toward
boredom, the worst island in the emotion archipelago. He peered through
the magnifier. He saw one ant holding a tiny gun, point it at him.
The ant took off the safety and shot. The tiny bullet, born from
a tiny puff of smoke, shot toward the little boy as it grew larger
and larger before piercing the magnifying glass at its regular size.
That’s just how magnifying glasses work. The little boy sat or splayed
on the sidewalk with the glass shards in him, on him, and around him.
They formed a halo around his blonde head. He was a crimson red
and blond angel of death killed by Badass Jones, the most badass and gun-toting
ant of them all. Badass Jones!
Hey GUYS, Ethan Sherbondy of Too Epic notoreity hit upon the EXCELLENT
idea of taking an entire-page screenshot of The Funnelwhich.
If you are a true lover of The Funnelwhich, you will go to your
Kinko’s and demand they print out this image on a gigantic sheet of
paper. Then, take a photograph and send it to me. Upon RECEIVING THIS
BOUNTY, I will talk about you in a highly positive manner on this
website.
