Step out and sing as loudly as you can “every body and every where! Shit your pants and underwear! With a shake and a jiggle, wiggle that turd like a fiddle!”

Plot twist: this was never a torture device, it’s just a story of the inventor going “go on, admit it, it feels good, don’t it?” that got blown way out of proportion

He’s in us all

This cuckoo has also flown over my brain nest

it’s like, all arbitrary, dude

I sure hope that was unsalted

Maybe they are you don’t know how hot they look

There is a recurring joke in many Addams Family iterations where they’re moon bathing to keep themselves pale. I tried searching for a picture but all I got was porn

Mullholand Drive was about two hot lesbians kissing. Dune was about Kyle MacLachlin trying to figure out a mystery through dreams. Twin Peaks was about Kyle MacLachlin becoming an oppressive tyrant with his newfound powers while consuming a beloved, addictive substance. What’s so hard to get about that?

Mr Burns, please, you’re crossing the line from everyday villainy to cartoon villainy

I mean I missed the memo so thank you

This is awful. Just plain awful.

The logic of this makes no sense. Scooby clearly demonstrates basic intelligence and sentience throughout every official iteration of the show. Combined with cartoon logic, he would likely just comically zoom out of there once he realizes that he can indeed operate door handles, or that there is some sort of Scooby snack or STACKED sandwich somewhere outside. So even if there would be a joke about Scooby realizing he doesn’t have the opposable thumbs to operate the door handles (even though dogs IRL have demonstrated they can open more complex door handles, latches, and other mechanisms,) Scooby could also just punch a Scooby-sized hole in the van to get to his prized hobby of eating.

A far more realistic “dark” take would be something akin to who made Scooby sick by feeding him so much food that’s bad for dogs, though again I’d argue he’s demonstrated an iron stomach.

The Hard Times are amazing for articles

Are they in the room with us now?

Then who did the surgery on my son??

Man in a few million years that tweet is gonna look hella dumb

Canadian avian on a Canadian mammalian

My personal hell - I hate ska. I never could quite pick it up pick it pick it up

Grieve. Feel it. That’s love. It hurts and it’s heavy, but that’s just the cost of them moving from a physical reality to one of memory and emotion. Don’t shut it out - mitigate it if you have to, bit by bit. But grief, to me, has never been about those you love leaving, that’s just them knocking at your heart’s door, asking to be let in.

When they can’t remember which brown person said what