I’m not sure how he does it, but I don’t like it. Every cunning JAB I make, he COUNTERS; I RIPOST, he SLAYS me. If I’d known he would do this to family, I might have thought twice before giving him the HAND of my little girl in MARRIAGE.
No, it’s no duel, but my son-in-law plays a mean game of Words With Friends and quite frankly I’m getting pissed off about it. I never knew there were so freaking many ways to use a Q: QAID, QOPH, QUILLAI, QUAG, QUAI, QUID, QAT, QUA, and SUQS. And somehow, he always gets the Q.
Never mind him and his nautical theme: JIB, BOOM, SPRIT, TRANSOM, FLOTSAM, FRIGATE, and SEXTANTS (87 fucking points!). Plus, he knows more names of fish and sea-creature than Jacques Cousteau, and he plays them all.
But this weekend, I will make him cry. I will PUNISH, INJURE, WOUND, and WEAKEN him. I will…wait, it’s my turn.
Wow dad…. Youre not bitter at all, are you?!!