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Pizza Chuck-and-Catch: Get the hot pizza to your ravenous friend the most direct way possible.

Film Night Salsa Fight: Throw Salsa at people as they block your view.

Naked Santa: Throw the snow ball and hit naked Santa, bit of a weird one this game.

Yeti Hammer Throw: Throw the hammer as far as you can.

Catch Fish: Catch the fish by throwing stones at them.

Card Throwing: Try to throw the cards into the hat.

Master Jing's Catch a Falling Thr...: Train with Master Jing as you snag throwing stars from the air!

Britney Spears vs Child Servisous...: Oh no! It looks like she has done it again! The child services have had enough of Britney's neglect to her ch...More

Snowfort: Throw ice at your enemy. Control your force against the winds.

Solarsaurs: The game that involves flinging dinosaurs into the endless void of space! Set off massive celestial chain rea...More

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