Frustration Fridays, Addendum
Listen. I agreed to this thing because I thought it would be fun. And then Max goes and says, “Write a story where every word is four letters long.” I mean, what the fuck? One challenge in, and I already have to bend the rules (using a loophole Max provided, because he knows when he has crafted an ingenious trap). You know what my challenge to him was? Rhyme with the word “wood.”
There is a fundamental imbalance at work here.
So let it be known that Frustration Fridays will almost inevitably escalate into a debilitating series of crippling, nonsensical restrictions that will have Max singing arias three keys outside of his range backwards, and me writing stories where every second word is larynx.