Summary

The website content details a humorous personal narrative about an individual's intense participation in a Medium Scrapple Challenge, which ironically leads to marital discord due to the author's excessive focus on the game and neglect of family responsibilities.

Abstract

The author of the article, who has been engaged in the Medium Scrapple Challenge for nearly 26 hours, describes their exhaustive efforts to excel in the game, including employing mnemonic techniques, visualizations, and even consulting a chat AI bot for a winning meaty mush recipe. Despite their dedication and strategic approach, the author's spouse discovers their obsession through open tabs and a concerning search history, resulting in a decision to end their marriage. The article is interspersed with a satirical recipe for authentic scrapple, reflecting the author's preoccupation with the challenge and a playful jab at the game's potential to distract from real-life responsibilities. The narrative concludes with the author, clad in a rain poncho and awaiting the 'blowjob portion' of the challenge, expressing a willingness to 'snitch' on other Medium writers to avoid legal repercussions for game-related infringements.

BORED GAMES

Dear Diary, I Came Late To The Medium Blowjob Challenge — Now I’m Getting A Divorce

Present With Rain Poncho

It‘s ’right there at the top. I’m a wordsmith, yawl. Made with Scrabulizer

I’ve been up for nearly 26 hours. I’ve read the directions dozens of times. I stayed up all night and my eyes are bleary. I’m delirious and the urge to dry heave hasn’t left me in hours.

I used pneumonic techniques and visualizations. I have the higher order thinking it takes to win. I’ve even run “how to win the Scrapple Medium Challenge” into a chat AI bot, and now I’ve got a meaty mush recipe that will help me win it all. I’m getting delirious.

How did I get here?

Scrabble Your Medium — Challenge Alert!

A new challenge for the challenge and/or Scrabble lovers

medium.com

Smillew Rahcuef, who has no respect for PEMDAS based on contest scoring, issued an open challenge.

Fun Fact: Alfred Mosher Butts, the inventor of Scrabble, did not imagine we’d be using this game to make triple score asses of ourselves.

And the divorce?

It turns out that children aren’t supposed to stay at school past 6:30 PM and the phrase “what are you making for dinner” implies I should have been doing something productive. While I was gone, she perused my open tabs, witnessed my concerning search history, and told me it’s over.

when it comes to an authentic scrapple recipe

there’s only one for me

grab your pork butt

take your onion cut, cut, cut

add some garlic too

and bay leaves — no idea what they do

sage leaves, thyme, oregano

cook, cover, do it slow

now add corn meal — smoosh and mix your mush

refrigerate 3 hours, no rush

then make sure it’s hot and crispy on the outside

that means fry it, dumbass

Speaking of meat, when is the blowjob portion commencing? This rain poncho is making me itchy.

With Love,

A writer with a pen name dumber than Grimsby Hackney

Hasbro/ Mattel: I’m willing to snitch on any Medium writer in exchange for reduced jail time for the charge of infringement.