Category Archives: William Snakesneer

The lunchroom was jammed with students talking and eating. Tommy was sitting at a table with Spaz and Lardo. Tommy, broken detectacles on the table, faced the lunchroom door. Spaz was munching on a sandwich from a sack lunch he … Continue reading →

Tommy stood in the main floor hallway of the school near Miss Limburger’s English literature classroom watching the costumed students on their way to class. Flora and Fauna, two cheerleaders dressed in their cheerleading outfits and carrying pompoms, walked down … Continue reading →

It was morning in Tootville and the usual slow routine of the Tootville police force had been sadly interrupted. One of their own had fallen. Two police cars and an ambulance were parked on the Tootville Ridge. Captain McBust, a … Continue reading →

The back door to the darkened kitchen opened, a hand reached into the room, flipped the switch on the wall, and the room was bathed in 100 watt light. Tommy, jacket in hand, entered, his filthy tennis shoes still squishing … Continue reading →

Inside the Tootville High School gymnasium, the mighty Chickens were warming up for their practice in preparation for the upcoming championship game. Spaz was alone at one hoop working on two-footers. He launched an erratic shot toward the basket. It … Continue reading →

Fishface and Chesty McBust walked together down the hall toward the home economics class, which was located on the second story of the high school building. Chesty was a beautiful brunette with a fabulous figure but unfortunately for the male … Continue reading →

Note to William Snakesneer: something is wrong with your Facebook and I can’t message you. Mr. Beaker, the science teacher, stood majestically at the head of the class in front of a counter cluttered with a Bunsen burner, test tubes, … Continue reading →

The Horsehide living room was in need of a good cleaning. Soda pop bottles, beer cans, toys and candy wrappers littered the carpet. In the midst of the debris, in a beat-up armchair, sat Herbert Horsehide, totally engrossed in a … Continue reading →

The yellow Corvette pulled into the high school parking lot and stopped next to a beat up Rambler. Lardo lounged inside the relic of a vehicle, relishing a can of beans. Lardo loved beans. He consumed them religiously and prodigiously … Continue reading →