Dr. Snoot is the universe's premiere problem solver. He's a Doctor
of Philosophy, a Doctor of Pyschology, a Lord of the Dance, a Lawyer
-- no -- Judge, Doctor of Love, a Spin Doctor, an
Archaeologist, Sandwich Artist, and even one of those real doctors who
can prescribe pills or cut you open to rearrange your insides,
whatever those are called.
Best of all, Dr. Snoot loves to solve your stupid problems.
He'll even do it for free! Just go ahead and tell him your problem,
like you're writing into some pathetic newspaper column. But Dr. Snoot
isn't just some hack columnist, he's the real deal! (Look at
To ask Dr. Snoot a question, or ask him for advice on your
troubles, visit the submission form. To
just read about other people's problems, look below or click on
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|Problems solved by
|Dr. Snoot -
I'm in a bit of a dilemma here. See, my friend insists that if oranges were green, they'd be called greens instead of oranges, but I say they'd still be called oranges.
– Orange You Glad I Didn't Ask About Bananas?
Oranges are green.
- Dr. Snoot
|I know another Snoot
|How about a little family history. I'm trying to find out if you're related to another Snoot I know....
|OK Prober, I'll bite...
My history is long and intricate. I was born at Oxford, in 1938, the result of forbidden union between a medicine professor and his mistress in the mathematics department. My parents were named Dr. Preston Snoot XVI, MD and Dr. Harriet Snoot. They needed to keep me secret, so they hid me under their desks or in their luggage while they taught class -- thus, I completed my degrees from Oxford by the time I was 6.
After all this time hiding in confined spaces, adventure was in my blood. I spent the next dozen years sailing the seas with my explorer friends Captain Griswold Snoot and First Mate Antony Snoot. It was here that I made my fortune after discovering the ruins of Atlantis and their fantastic technology.
My middle years were spent hopping from city to city, experience to experience. I worked briefly for the Royal Conservatory, the Tourism Department of Egypt, Bell Labs, the Communist Party, and NASA. The sites that I graced are too numerous to list.
Eccentric in my old age, I have set up shop in a secret village in the jungle of Middle Tragea. Here I heal my friends, the local villagers, and occasionally give advice to passers-by through this web site.
So, Prober, as you can see I am a man of the world! It is quite possible that you would know of me (though unlikely that you actually know me).
- Dr. Preston Snoot XVII
|"A problem with red heads"
|How do redheads get their red hair.
|First of all, ghdvk'ghi, this is not a problem with redheads. It is a problem with you. Redheads are beautiful creatures, filled with the fiery passions of love and art. You are clearly a dull and clueless admirer that doesn't know that redheads get their red hair from Clairol Hydrience Color Treatment just like everyone else.
- Dr. Snoot
|Dear Dr Snoot.
It is said that nothing can adhere on TEFLON. But then, how does TEFLON glue to my cooking items ?
– Orme Skaya
|It is not glued to your cooking items. It is nailed there.
|Dear Dr Snoot
I wonder : why it is always the BOTTOM of the tire that gets flat ???
– Orme Skaya
|The bottom of the tire only gets flat if you're in the northern hemisphere. In the southern hemisphere the TOP of the tire gets flat. Of course, there are no cars in the southern hemisphere so the point is moot.