A young lady, who let's out a freekishly load sqwolk at the biggining of her laugh! This is only paralleled, by the grunting that ensues. She can easilly be mistaken for your average dizzy blond, (especially after a few shandy's). But do not be fooled, as she has special powers, including hand bag collecting, and talking in toungues. If you are still unsure as to whether you have a squeeler on your hand's. Then simply wait a while, for either a huwbert farnsworth to arive, or the squeeler to let rip with her obligitory catch-phrase of "OHH LUKE NOOOO"
What the f**k was that?
No worries it's just the squeeler!