Wordle Wednesday #45

Some of these feel wordier than normal, but, I think there's still some okay stuff in here.

 12.17.25 - Can your brain even grasp how much this freak grass is worth?

(Uh... like $4.20?)

12.18.25 - The rugby player ordered his meat “rarer than rare”, so we “cooked” it with a prism.

(.Mmm... botulism.)

12.19.25 - The HOA informed us that our district is not zoned for it, so we switched the lyric from “myrrh”  to “taffy”.

(To be honest, neither gift is really appropriate for a newborn, but I think taffy would be more appreciated.)

12.20.25 - When the teacher gave the kid a poor grade, he started to whine, but then disappeared in a puff of white smoke.

(Young Popes, coming this fall to Fox! Or, uh, I guess my joke should say "Coming this fall to Peacock!" since, you know, nobody watches network tv anymore.)

12.21.25 - We were told the prison built from a quilt will keep every prisoner inside, regardless of guilt or innocence. 

(Heh. I just adore the idea of a prison made of quilts.)

12.22.25 - “Things are bleak to the north,” the kid informed us, “the only form of entertainment in the village is to hit a spoon against a conch.”

(Aww.)

12.23.25 - Any time you see a faint glint in the eye of a kitty, there is a high probability that it will attack.

(This is accurate. Cats do like to randomly attack things. And people. And animals. And ghosts.)