Why, hello there.
You know, I get a lot of letters and many of them question my expertise. Rather than post each and every one of them up here, let me just answer what you’re all really wondering: am I a doctor? Yes.*

A few of you went further in your letters and politely asked if I am insane. I assure you that not only am I sane, but a lot of research published this week proves that I am also right. But, in the words of Geordi LaForge, don’t take my word for it. This week’s batch of letters show again and again that, when it comes to four out of five doctors, I’m one of those four. (Except when I’m rocking a mic. Then I’m one of a kind.) Continue reading Ask Dr. Snee: Turns out I’m right about everything


OK, so nobody asked, but goddammit, you guys, I’m getting pretty damn nervous over here. It appears that you sons of bitches have 
Dear Dr. Snee,
Life decisions can be complicated for a Catholic, especially if you listen to the Pope. Just the other day, you could have sworn that he said that condoms are OK. Let the Vatican assure you that 
There won’t be any letters this week. I want to talk to you about your health and some of my concerns. You may not realize it, but you–yes, you–are unhealthy.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day.
A mother dog eats the placenta, which is part of the sac that fetuses live inside of while in their mother’s stomach.