Now this is all Rory’s fault.
You can find out more here and add your own interpretation of this, ah, shall we say, unusual question…………………..
How do YOU like to squirt it??
Now, are we talking about squirty cream in an aerosol can, in which case a couple of females in my family came to fisticuffs, or maybe that was squirticuffs, one Christmas and the stuff went everywhere. It does not make for a good shampoo or conditioning rinse, but as a makeshift beard for Bro who tried to intervene, it wasn’t a bad improvisation.
Or we could be referring to the sauciness you get in squirty bottles that has a habit of not playing by the laws of gravity so that, as my Dad used to say, first a little, then a lottle, would find its way onto your plate.
Or, we could be thinking about that skinny little squirt down the road when I was a child who was forever getting into trouble.
But the best has to be my boss, and the Bubble Gun that was purchased for his birthday one year. He had great fun squirting those below from the top floor and disappearing from view before they could identify where the ‘floral smelling rain’ was coming from.
Haha! Good one Di. 😂😂😂
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As my hand gets more and more weak I find squirt bottles of anything like Mayo or mustard, dressing, or shampoo tubes drive me crazy. Now I only order from jars.
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You can’t get everything out of a squirty bottle either, so jars are much better.
And the lotion bottles with pumps?😩
aarrghh!!! We had an antiseptic spray for the dog that was a pump action and damn useless!!
All of these deserve a fuller telling!! I’m very curious about the Christmas scuffle!
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Literal LOL!!
All great ones! The bubble gun is priceless!
He loved it and had so much fun. The following year we bought him the singing trout, and he loved that too. He was a great boss.
Lol! I am laughing so hard at the boss doing that to the unsuspecting people down below! 😀
It was rather funny!!
Hahaha excellent – reminds me of the time, YEARS ago l hasten to add when on a school trip to Hamleys in London, standing at the very top floor looking over the balcony and dropping stink bombs 🙂
Good answers 🙂
Ah, fond memories of Hamleys also, but this time a yard of marshmallow which we started at each end whist going up the escalator. Kisses in the middle, then denying knowledge of each other which made a few people blush!!