Board as Hell

Board as Hell is BACK baybeee! Now with brand new games, a brand new set, and brand new rules for Ryan to not fully understand.

Each year the winner of the World Crokinole Championships in Tavistock, Ontario receives one thousand dollars, a limited edition official WCC windbreaker, and whatever p*ssy is leftover from the MixMath tournament down the street.

Paul Walker died as he lived: deep inside something barely legal with little to no protective gear.

Something tells me this is going to inspire some spicy new Harry Potter fan fiction. Check yer holes wizards and warlocks!

I know this one was kind of a lot to handle but at least it wasn't just Ryan talking about his seed for an hour and change.

I'm not exactly saying that my best friend in high school was the greasy Sega Saturn at my local Blockbuster video. I'm saying it was my only friend.

Germany has had some bad luck in the past, but I bet that if this whole board game thing doesn't work out they've got at least one or two more genocidal world wars in them.

Maybe tearing people's arms off with a toothy stomach-vagina was just the alien's way of saying hello.

Picard is gone. Klingons have taken the USS Enterprise. Can our ragtag gang of remaining crew survive the endless onslaught of bij, or will they all die the shameful deaths of a taHqeq?

Thanks to Goliath Group for sponsoring this episode!

Ah, the good old days. When you could get cocaine in every bottle of "tonic" hawked from the back of a wagon, instead of having to listen to your friend's cousin's frantic recaps of The Joe Rogan Experience.

Do Ewoks give live birth to a litter like dogs, or do the males just spray all over the a clutch of eggs like a salmon? I just need to know how furiously I should be beating off to this video.

Tune in next week when the gang plays CandyLand to watch a furious Ryan Hailey shove his colorful little game piece deep into Jon's Molasses Swamp.

Lindsey has lost so much money in Vegas that each trip she's given a free room upgrade, $50 in chips, and one Jabbawokee to legally hunt for sport.

Join us next month when James and the gang toss out the rules and just beat each other ugly with toy telephones and a pillowcase full of Montessori blocks.

Sorry, but if you want me to tie my hands behind my back and spit on you for a half an hour, it's gonna cost you at least forty bucks.

Star Wars Armada combines all the heart-stopping drama of pushing pieces of plastic with the reckless thrills of measuring things.