Scrabble Pillows

Phil uses all seven tiles in Scrabble and ascends to heaven

"I can't go"

Man on phone: 'Hi. My name is J8 I1 M3, and I think I'm addicted to Scrabble.'

"And just where did that extra vowel come from?"

Playing Scrabble.

"I don't like playing Scrabble with Gracie! She totally makes up all kinds of crazy words! And they're always in the dictionary!"

'Take a letter, Miss Jones.'

I agree with you Sadie. It's a total waste. What is? Facebook. It just sucks up your time, with the chatting and the updates and the Scrabble playing. Scrabble? People play on Facebook, or their iPhones, or casual game sites. Total waste. I love Scrabble! Hook baited. Internal conflict!

Schr?dinger's cat playing Scrabble.

'...And then, apparently, it just went berserk when someone insisted on having 'Podcast'.'

Man asking prostitute 'how much for a game of scrabble.'

'You know darn well 'Aaargh' isn't a real word!'

'New Health Scabble' - No E's

"My wife bought me a Scrabble set for my birthday...I can't find the words to thank her!"

Mexicans playing Scrabble.

'The girls must be feeling better...'

"Well %$@#(&!! is not a banned word in the &%Xsing UK!"

"Ok, so you beat me at scrabble!"

"Never beat a ninja at Scrabble."

Jewish Scrabble

"Ain't isn't a word, and you know it."

"Are you watching the Olympics?"

People play Scrabble on Facebook or their iPhone? Of course. Want to try it? Absolutely not!

"Well, Martha, I certainly hope your Scrabble victories keep you warm at night!"

"Hardscrabble"

"Hey, Kyle, the boss wants word with you."

Sadie, are you watching the Olympics? The Olympics are dead to me. The year was 1980. I had spent 50 years training for my moment in the sun. I'd sacrificed friends, family, wealth. I had become a tenth-level Scrabble Grand Master. To make it onto the team, I mercilessly destroyed every opponent that crossed my path, including one Rosalynn Carter. To this day, gullible people still believe we boycotted the Olympics because of some silly Soviet invasion. Randy, you watching the Olympics?

I agree with you, Sadie. It's a total waste. What is? Facebook. It just sucks up your time, with the chatting and the updates and the Scrabble playing. Scrabble? People play on Facebook or their iPhones or casual game sites. Total waste. I love Scrabble! Hook baited. Internal conflict!

Bring it on, Scrabble nerd! Want to tell him directly? What do you mean? There's a chat function so you can taunt other online Scrabble players. Just type in your insult and hit send. Have I died and gone to heaven? The internet. And I suspect it' met its match.

Come to bed, snookums. In a minute. Are you still playing Scrabble? And flaming my opponents. I just crushed an eight-year-old by 100 points, and then told him his parents don

My favorite tea: hot daffodil-infused chamomile with a hint of whiskey. Are you serious? Of course I'm serious! I've been dosing myself with small quantities of poisonous daffodil ever since 1931. You have to build up an immunity if you want to survive in the cut-throat world of Scrabble tournaments.

My favorite tea: Hot daffodil-infused chamomile with a hint of whiskey. Are you serious? Of course I'm serious! I've been dosing myself with small quantities of poisonous daffodil ever since 1931. You have to build up an immunity if you want to survive in the cutthroat world of Scrabble tournaments.

I'm thankful for Xbox Series X. Scrabble. The Love Doctor. Well I'm thankful for friends and family. That's what I meant. What he said. and the Love Doctor.

Bring it on, Scrabble nerd! Want to tell him directly? What do you mean? There's a chat function so you can taunt other online Scrabble players. Just type in your insult and hit send. Have I died and gone to heaven? The internet. And I suspect it's met its match.

I'm done with the internet. But you discovered you can use it for Scrabble and flaming people. Crushing losers in online Scrabble and making them cry is great. But it's so much less satisfying than doing so in person. Really? Don't you understand anything, you tech-addled, bad-breathed, girlfriendless iPhone jockey?! Don't you ever try to get me hooded on that crud again. This is war. Again.