I doubt any of the women I’ve known have any idea what a squeeee is; I know I don’t.
I don’t think I’ve ever squeeed in my life.
I only squee at squee worthy people/things. I feel you should only unleash the power of squee if you are responsible with its use.
I caught myself doing something like a “HEEEE!” as I squished a centipede. So, I guess I only make sounds like that in terror.
I do not make that happy squee at animals or other people. Other people who do it make me feel stabby.
This is extremely common among female Thai high-school and university girls. It’s is a big reason I shun their hangouts – that and the fact I don’t want to be taken for the old farang pervert I am – and why the wife is always pissed off at the younger generation.
If she’s hot; it’s cute. If not; shut up.
That, and you got probably be arrested, even in Thailand. 
Shhh! We agreed we wouldn’t mention that.
Sorry.
My bad.
Damn, they were…
Ahem.
I have a friend (who is otherwise normal) shrieks like a banshee when her BFF childhood friend comes to visit. It’s like they revert to being 13 again.
I think I may be able to provide both the porcelain-covered vat and the acid.
::snerk!:: (not a squee, mind you)
Before the Sirens fully matured to sit on the rocks and use their calls to tempt Odysseus and his crew to dash their ship on the rocks, did the teenage ones practice squeeing - just to throw birds off their flight paths and confuse sea turtles?
ETA: wait, so with great squee power, comes great…squee-sponsibility? ::d&r::
Indeed. And they likely use the word “like” several times in every breathless, like, sentence.
Squee has had some limited use in goblin decks.
Before that last line this was the funniest thing I’d read all week.
Don’t sweat it, you’re still solidly in the No. 2 spot.
I don’t squee in public, but I squee pretty routinely at home. I keep waiting to mature with age, but no luck so far.
I’m otherwise pretty sensible, but I will admit to SQUEEEEing when I find out someone is pregnant. I can’t help it. It’s out before I can clap my hands over my mouth.
My fear of becoming my mother has made me virtually sqeee-less. I am fortuante to work in a place where squee is the exception rather than the rule.
I’m pretty sure if I ever SQUEEEEed at any of my friends when I saw them they would turn and run in the other direction…or find something with which to hit me upside the head.
I read that as “rabies” and had a happy moment imagining someone squeeing over rabies.
Then it was back to liver diseases :(.