John and I just got done playing Scrabble. I said I was going to beat him, but sadly, I did not. Here is the fruit of our game:
I'm trying to decide if I want a rematch. I'm feeling uncomfortable with "snawing", which John used but later confessed that it was Scottish slang for snowing. Hmm. This is what you get when you Scrabble with a Magario. Wordy punks.
****UPDATED 2 hours later**** (now listening to: Cradle of Filth)
I challenged John to a rematch and lo, he beat me again. He is a wife beater, spread the word.
but you can't say I didn't hold my own...
It makes it even worse to know that John started with no vowels:
...then had NO consonants
...and at some point had FOUR A's in his tray.
I guess I am the inferior Magario.
I'm trying to decide if I want a rematch. I'm feeling uncomfortable with "snawing", which John used but later confessed that it was Scottish slang for snowing. Hmm. This is what you get when you Scrabble with a Magario. Wordy punks.
****UPDATED 2 hours later**** (now listening to: Cradle of Filth)
I challenged John to a rematch and lo, he beat me again. He is a wife beater, spread the word.
but you can't say I didn't hold my own...
It makes it even worse to know that John started with no vowels:
...then had NO consonants
...and at some point had FOUR A's in his tray.
I guess I am the inferior Magario.
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