My bathroom is plastered with pictures of Scrappy Doo.
Did I just date myself there? I feel like I really dated myself. I mean, not everyone got to experience the true, terrific, overwhelming horror that was Scrappy Doo. Not everyone in the height of their childhood innocence got to see a masterpiece of entertainment suddenly and inexplicably anally raped before their very eyes with a creature so unwelcomed, unwanted and purely evil as was he. Fuck you, Scrappy Doo. I spit on your little puppy grave.