Translated to cat:

Meow meow meow

Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

Meow meow

Meow meow meow meow meow

That seems like a long road

Fun fact, when he originally wrote this, he was thinking of dead air during the 60s, where it was just a greyish wash, not the more salt and pepper static of the 80s

This is unslammatory behaviour

I’d like to place my head next to a door jamb and have someone slam it closed repeatedly until the latch clicks

Why, this is some of @pmjv@lemmy.sdf.org quality artwork!

Detective? I hardly know ive

did you get monies

This is just plum ridiculous!

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.

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

only for the tree to return as a receipt in my pocket for a pack of gum and boobie magazine ❤️ the cycle truly is complete

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

I DID IT ALL FOR THE COOKIE (YEAH)

THE COOKIE (YEAH)

SO YOU CAN TAKE THAT LOOKIE (YEAH)

AND STICK IT UP YOUR (YEAH)

Man for a second I thought you were talking about punching one of them kids

I used to think I was a hot commodity in the gay community until I realized it was only the ugly old guys hitting on me. Never the hot young ones. Let me tell you, my illusions were shattered. But then I got older and the young hot ones started giving me fuck-me eyes and now my illusions are back again

one peep’s trash is another homie’s treasure

11-7, my favourite convenience store

the far left, like peanut butter, is soft, but resilient and creamy. The far right, like peanut brittle, is hard, but fragile.

They ceased ceasing fire