Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Scooby Doo

Scooby-Doo Reloaded
BOOYA!

Scooby-Doo Reloaded

I hate it when cartoon women .. you know.

Booya Pictures - via Kim du Toit

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

You meddling kids need to keep your booger fingers off the boom boom switch.

Firehand said...

Always knew Velma had it in her

DougM said...

Ooh ... nylons!
Ruh-roh, shouldn't at least one of 'em be, you know, ethnic?

Anonymous said...

A couple of Gingers is ethnic enough for me!
Tim

Kristophr said...

Shaggy's gone tweaker ...

Wabano said...

Dear Abby, my American Pit Bull Terrier came home with a leg in his mouth...what shall I do?

http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/scooby-velma-20091117-162830.jpg

BruHa said...

http://video.adultswim.com/the-venture-bros/mystery-van.html

I wish I could find the full episode, but.... this will have to do.

( If you are not a venture bothers fan you should be )

Opinionated Vogon said...

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wannabe chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up. She is extremely self-centred and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober any time in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

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