Every single Scooby Doo movie. The old show, all of the spin-offs. Even the extremely deep cuts like 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo. One of my favorites is the one where Shaggy and Scooby go to an all-girls’ boarding school for the daughters of monsters and Shaggy is their volleyball coach or whatever the fuck and he has to protect them from an evil fugly witch fittingly named Revolta.
When I was very small my Mississippian grandfather gave me a VHS tape of Scooby Doo Meets the Boo Brothers in a last ditch attempt to help me understand our southern gothic heritage at a level I could understand before he died (true to form, he entrusted his fortune to my great-uncle Payton, having no faith in my failson father, and Payt squandered it away into nothing living in the small shotgun house on the grounds of the sprawling old rotting family nursery in the valley; he spent it all on an extensive antique gun collection and then sold the guns at a tremendous loss for fast cash to help his beloved and her large extended family). I should probably finally read his copy of The Sound and the Fury that I carry with me everywhere I move.
What was I talking about? Yes I loved Scooby Doo it was my heart and soul. Even today I still love everything talking dog related. Recently in the middle of having sex I thought about what if Men in Black had cute cartoon talking dogs instead and I imagined an apple-headed chihuahua who would be the Will Smith one in his little suit and tie and I giggled by accident and he was like What? And I was like What?
I tried eating dog treats many times because I saw Shaggy eat Scooby snacks sometimes and they low-key looked kind of good. I would call my dad Shaggy—obviously not knowing that he was a stoner so it was just pure instinct and vibes—and my mom worried people would think he was a stranger who had abducted me. My dog Benny kind of looks like Scooby Doo and he really looked like Scooby Doo when he was a baby with a turquoise collar and that is one of my greatest prides.
Feb 28, 2025
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i reallyyy like reading everything that you write and yes scooby doo !!! I used to wake up really early when I was younger so that I could watch more tv and Scooby doo movies were definitely one of my favs!!
The boarding school one is called Ghoul School and it’s one of my favorites to!
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