Scrabble





I thought my brother was going to win- he stayed ahead of me the whole game. But then I played my last tile before he did, claiming the game as my own.



The word I won with?



FOOD.



(obviously.)


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  1. Stu25 October 2012 at 05:07

    Hum...I know I'm crazy, I was going to guess "vagina"

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  2. Laura Jane Williams27 October 2012 at 06:57

    I mean, the odds were 50/50, right @stu?

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