Johan had seen that many of the guys who got the girl on TV and movies had mustaches and thought why not give it a try–but snakes don’t grow mustaches–so he went to the costume shop to see what was available. The girls didn’t seem that impressed . . .
Maurice was facing a major cross roads in his educational decision making; major in biology and go into rodent control (always needed) or choose political science. His natural attributes qualified him equally well for either choice . . .
Even after downloading the Serpent Selfies app on his iPhone, Stephen was having a hard time holding the thing still enough while hitting the “go” button for the camera to get a decent forward facing self portrait to send his girl friend
Eloise was a little on edge; she was addicted to Blue Ice Slurpees, but every time she went to the bathroom or the copiers, her workmates would hide her Slurpee. They didn’t steal it or contaminate it, they just hid it. Eloise didn’t always find them and had nightmares about hundreds of unfinished Slurpees with dead cockroaches floating in them, and her manager finding them and blaming her. Would they have to call in Hazmat?
Hank had done his best not to stick his tongue out while swimming, but it was a nervous habit he had a hard time controlling, especially when the hot girls were there. And yes, someone had peed in the pool. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Bertram was glad he had decided to major in political science; his counselor told him he was a natural–he could get down with the lowest of the low and be comfortable, his ability to slither was unparalleled, he had naturally cold hard eyes that revealed nothing, and he was blessed with a natural forked tongue. . . . . . David, Sf.G.
