C’mon, with a title like that, how could it not be?
"It" being the Halloween party we went to last night. Costumes, booze, food, and friends. And a giant inflatable Scooby Doo. (Yes, it was this same Scooby.) Although this year, perhaps the title of this post should be, "Oh my God, they killed Scooby! Those bastards!"
Yes, that’s right: somebody killed Scooby Doo.
See, when Scooby disappeared from the back deck (where he was leering in the window this year), the assumption was the thing had deflated. Somebody suggested that Scooby had, indeed, been killed, but I thought it was just the running gag. Until Scooby’s giant deflated plastic corpse was discovered lying in a pool of blood with a large knife in the neck.
(I think this Family Guy clip applies here. I’ve been looking for an excuse to link to that.)
I knew I had been beating that dead horse into the ground, but I had no idea it would incite a murderous crime of passion…
That was a good party.