Games with Grandma.


Games with Grandma.

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  1. Andrew MMay 7, 2018 at 4:52 PM

    I have a soft spot for tile placement games. I've played tsuro (of the seas) recently and it was great. We decided to do away with all the extra stuff and found it more enjoyable vanilla.

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  2. Sean McCoyMay 7, 2018 at 5:30 PM

    What is that? It looks awesome.

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  3. Casey G.May 7, 2018 at 5:31 PM

    Tsuro, the prettiest boardgame.

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  4. Michael “Draco” RMay 8, 2018 at 12:00 AM

    I am disappointed by the lack of horn throwing. Needs more Abby.

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  5. Mike McCarthyMay 8, 2018 at 6:03 PM

    No mercy, Grandma.

    No mercy.

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