Literal Dan is a nice guy. A bit snarky, once you get to know him, but generally an affable fellow. However, he has mocked and tormented me, bragged all over his supernatural ACT scores and English degree and general verbal superiority.
It doesn't even matter if I win this game (though I did beat him last time, after losing 9 previous games over the course of probably about 6 weeks).
I have 182 points right now. He has 26. HA! Take that Mr. I-only-use-the-anagram-generator-to-speed-up-the-game-I-would-have-come-up-with-ECTOZOA-on-my-own-eventually.
(Did I mention I might be in a bad mood ... anyone else wanna play? I used to have like a dozen simultaneous games going and I'm down to 4. And I have to log in with my husband's account and move for him.)
Ok. I have to get ready for play practice now. Those six lines won't spout themselves!
Sorry Dan. You really are a fabulous scrabble player, and truly, this post merely shows the world how petty and juvenile I am. They all know you are Super Dee Duper and that I've been a little unhappy about life in general, what with my ovaries and all. (and you even left such a nice comment ABOUT my blog over at TWIYV. I am just a bad, bad person.) (if it's any consolation, now you know what letters I have)(also, if you feel like you should "report abuser", I understand completely **hangs head in shame but skips jauntily away because I have 182 points and you only have 26, nah nah nah nah nah nah**)
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I'm a total lurker...but I would play with you. I tried to start a game with my sister and my mom and they've never taken their turns and so the game has just sat there.
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