I have a deep, dark secret: I don’t play Wordle.
I KNOW! I’m horrible at it, though! But don’t judge me too harshly. I found something that almost feels as if it were made for me. As if someone looked inside my brain and carefully considered my thoughts and needs and designed a game around them.
Oh, yeah, it’s dirty Wordle! Finally!
One plays it exactly like Wordle (green boxes for right letter, right place, yellow boxes for right letter wrong place, and gray for “what were you even thinking? Really??”). And all the words, every single one of them, are dirty.
It comes with an actual content advisory:
“Lewdle is a game about rude words. If you are likely to be offended by the use of profanity, vulgarity or obscenity, go play Wordle instead!”
There’s even an exclamation mark so you know they’re serious.
The mystery words run the gamut of obscenity. There are milder words such as “poops” all the way up to the biggies.
You know exactly the words I mean. Don’t be coy with me.
All the dirties are represented and it’s a BLAST (A million users in nine days kind of blast). You can really get in there and let your inner 12-year-old-boy go wild.
You know, Mother always told me I had talent. She told me one day I would find my special purpose and, like Navin Johnson in The Jerk, I have indeed. My encyclopedic knowledge of all things besmirched and grotty is not a waste of my limited brain space as has been mentioned once or twice by jealous, petty and hateful people. Oh, no it was not! It was all leading up to this moment. This one epic moment in the whole history of the befouled and feculent knowledge I have dedicated my life to studying.
So, gird your loins and have a big breakfast, dirty minded people of the internet, for today…today we shine!
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