squirters

The thing they never tell you when you're a teenager is that pimples don't go away. I get just about as many zits now as I did when I was a tenth-grader. Of course, back then I didn't have a wife who took great joy in popping them.

Also, back then I didn't have too many that were so juiced-up that they squirted out and hit the mirror. I saw a friend on a church mission trip do this once in our room, and was horrified and fascinated. As far as I recall, it only happened once to me, in my junior year.

But in each of the last three years, I've had a mirror-squirter. Hm.