Mrs. G. bought this game at the Museum of Modern Art store. She convinced her son that he was going to love playing it with her, but the truth is she bought it hoping that after they play it a few hundred times, she will remember where she put her bike lock key.
REALLY? REALLY? You clicked to see a photo of Mrs. G. sweating in a towel with grape soda cans pressed to her head?
Mrs. G's standards may be low, but she has at least four still in play, you rubberneckers.
Now go pretend you didn't do what you just did.