Yahtzee further Squared things up by bringing in any F-list actor desperate enough to pick up their dusty, unused phone, sitting their asses in a giant box, and having them answer inane questions like "What should we do to celebrate Richard Nixon's birthday?"

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And, like with Squares, they couldn't just answer the damn question -- they had to engage in endless wacky banter, only now the jokes were so loud, so corny, and so obnoxiously witless that the inventor of the mute button got promoted to sainthood after the first episode. Once they finally shut up, the contestants compared their answers to the celebrities'. Whoever agreed with more obtuse Dennis Miller references won the round.

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Winning a round let you play Yahtzee at long last ... barely. After one quick roll of the dice, you'd get rushed back for another round of cutting jabs from Jo Anne Worley about how crazy it is to put mushrooms on rice. This crap went on for about 3,000 rounds, and whoever came closest to an actual Yahtzee (all five dice rolling the same number) got to play the bonus round. There, they finally played Yahtzee for more than 10 seconds, though there's no way to tell how many people stayed awake long enough to actually see this happen. Considering the show lasted only nine months before its contract married Mr. Shredder, I'm guessing the answer is: almost none.

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And God forbid they tied and went to sudden death, which meant another celebrity profile question like "Name something that moves very slowly." Seeing Anne Meara in a glowing box shouting anything at that point, even for 10 seconds, was like getting beaten to a bloody, bruised, and quivering pulp, only for your assailant to come back and boop your nose. Harmless it might be, but the damage was already done.

Oh, and instead of having your own pile of letters like in real Scrabble, you had to share them with your opponent, which made nobody but mom happy. Once one letter got used, contestants would replace it with another by choosing from a pile of mystery tiles that was, again, shared by both. These were the people's letters, on a show created by proud Americans in the middle of the Cold War.

The bonus round was even more watered-down, because every single letter presented was in the mystery word. You simply yelled out letters and decoded the word, and if done fast enough, you won money. The only way to lose was to forget how speech worked.

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So why the blue fuck did I like this game? Probably all the funny sounds. At least 90 percent of their budget went to crafting crazy, vaguely futuristic sound effects to trick us into thinking the Martians were coming to probe Chuck Woolery live on the air.

Probably my favorite is the "is the letter there NO" sequence, where we go from SpongeBob sucking on sulfur hexafluoride to a generic "PEWWWWWW" too lame to make the '80s toy laser gun cut. Young, dumb me ate it up, even though all the noise was nothing but a distraction to cover up the show's banal emptiness. And now I understand why used car salesmen yell so much.

I can't fathom how 20 Questions could possibly work as a game show. But if there is a way to make an orgy of yes-or-no questions entertaining, I'm fairly certain it would involve contestants. And perhaps an actual orgy.

The 1949 Twenty Questions certainly didn't agree. Despite being a radio-TV simulcast, its producers cared naught for the TV part, since no contestant actually played in person. Instead, viewers mailed in suggested phrases, and the producers chose their favorites (presumably from whichever envelope they vomited their rich-guy whiskey over the least). The Goofy White Host then tasked a panel of the boss' family to guess the phrase in under 20 questions. If they did, the invisible contestant got a consolation prize. If they failed, the contestant would receive the GRAND PRIZE: an encyclopedia, which was a bullshit prize even back when people cared about encyclopedias.

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That was literally the entire game: successful people playing 20 Questions while contestants sat at home eating their TV dinners and praying a shiny new book was on the way. They played round after round until time was up. And then they did it all again the next week. This went on for six fucking years. Blame grandma.

And blame Mennen. Because the real goal for this show wasn't even partially to entertain (a porcupine quill dildo would be more fun) -- it was to advertise. Sure, that's the point of all TV shows, but in most cases producers make a little effort to engage the audience and isolate or mask the money-making part. Mennen was the official sponsor of Twenty Questions, and barely a minute went by where they didn't remind you of that. They mentioned multiple Mennen products within the first 15 seconds. A pretty girl repeatedly stated how she likes men who use Mennen (don't get excited; she's dead now). The Mennen Scoreboard kept track of the panel's question count (because "Mennen products for men" has 20 letters, you see). That scoreboard, by the way, hung just above the panelist table, which proudly displayed "MENNEN FOR MEN" in giant lettering.

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And, of course, that wasn't all. Each consolation prize was loaded with Mennen products, and they reminded us of this every single round. A goddamn "Mennen Mystery Voice" told viewers at home what the secret phrase was. Halfway through, they cut to another Goofy White Dude who endorsed more Mennen. At the end, they directed you to mail phrases not to Twenty Questions, but to Mennen Twenty Questions. And after the show ended, they immediately threw to a commercial ... for Mennen.

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Only one episode of this show exists, because DuMont (the first network murdered by ABC, NBC, and CBS) destroyed the footage, as TV people were wont to do back then.

While wiping all physical evidence of a show's existence was usually a sad practice -- denying the future proper historical perspective in order to save time and money right now -- in the case of Twenty Questions, it was absolutely the right thing to do.

In 1975, incredibly bored people briefly stared at a game show called Musical Chairs. It had virtually nothing to do with actual musical chairs, focusing instead on playing part of a song and then having contestants name the next lyric. It never found an audience and faded into the nether-realm after a mere four months.

Despite its failure, this was the best possible setup for musical chairs played for cash and prizes. The 2012 show Oh Sit! meanwhile, was absolutely the worst. Naming the show after a pun too juvenile for a third-grader was bad enough, but then they decided to actually play musical chairs on TV. You might recognize "watching people walk around furniture for a half-hour" as the single most boring idea you've ever heard, and The CW realized that too. So they turned it into extreme musical chairs, with crazy obstacles, ice-cold water, and tons of almost-edgy snark to help everyone involved cope with being on The CW.

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In lieu of trivia questions, guessing games, or literally anything else that encouraged viewer participation (which, as we've mentioned before, is the entire point of game shows), Oh Sit! simply had contestants run around a giant circle and traverse Wipeout-style obstacles, beating the living sit out of one another the whole way through, because ATTITUDE. Besides, they had to vent their frustration over Family Feud rejecting their applications somehow.

And, like real musical chairs, players ran around to music -- in this case, out-of-tune covers of terrible pop-rock songs, generously supplied by the hit house band, Our Mothers Are Ashamed. Once they mercifully stopped jamming, players crawled over yet another zany obstacle to reach the ludicrously named Chair Island. If they made it to a chair, they were punished by remaining in the game. If they didn't, they were rewarded with elimination.

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So why didn't these geniuses just stand in place until OMAA quit butchering already-butchered music? Simple -- they accumulated money for each obstacle they successfully didn't die on. Naturally, they died on most of them, which wasn't nearly as humiliating as having host Jamie Kennedy laugh at them for doing so. Read that back and recognize the true legacy of this stupid show: The Son Of The Mask guy was mocking people for failing.