#Pressure Washer Gun | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

diduwasher · 3 months

Text

Elevating Cleaning Efficiency With Foam Guns For Pressure Washers

When it comes to cleaning tasks around the home or industrial settings, there's a game-changing tool that many may not be fully aware of: the foam gun for pressure washers. These specialized attachments transform high-pressure washing into an even more efficient and versatile cleaning experience. We will explore what foam guns for pressure washers are, how they work in conjunction with high-pressure washer guns, and why they are becoming essential tools for those who demand a spotless clean.

A foam gun for pressure washers is an accessory that converts the high-pressure stream of water into a rich, thick foam. This transformation happens by mixing air and soap within the foam gun, creating a foamy solution that clings to surfaces, allowing for a deeper and gentler clean than straight water pressure alone. The result is a cleaning process that is both effective and safe for a wide range of surfaces, from cars and outdoor furniture to siding and concrete.

High-pressure washer guns are the heart of any pressure washer system. They deliver the force needed to blast away dirt and grime, but when equipped with a foam gun, their functionality is significantly enhanced. The combination allows users to switch between direct high-pressure washing and foam cleaning with ease, providing versatility for different cleaning scenarios.

One significant advantage of using a foam gun for pressure washers is the reduced chance of surface damage. High-pressure water jets can sometimes etch or gouge softer materials like wood or paint. However, the foam produced by these guns acts as a cushion between the surface and the high-pressure water, offering a gentler yet highly effective cleaning method.

The science behind foam guns for pressure washers lies in their ability to generate larger bubbles that provide more suds and a higher volume of foam compared to the liquid soap alone. This means that less detergent is needed to cover the same area, which can be cost-effective and environmentally friendly. Additionally, the thick foam generated clings to vertical surfaces longer, giving it more time to break down stubborn stains before being rinsed away.

Choosing the right foam gun for your pressure washer is crucial for good performance. Factors such as the compatibility with your pressure washer model, the material of the foam gun (which should be durable and resistant to corrosion), and the size of the foam pattern need to be considered. Some models even offer adjustable foam concentrations, allowing users to tailor the mixture according to their specific cleaning needs.

High-pressure washer guns also come in various designs, each with its own set of features. For instance, some have quick-connect nozzles that allow for easy swapping between spray patterns without having to unscrew fittings. Others may have built-in flow regulators that enable users to control the pressure output, making them suitable for a broader range of cleaning tasks.

To get the most out of your foam gun for pressure washers, it is important to use the correct technique. This involves holding the gun at a steady distance from the surface and moving it in a consistent pattern to ensure an even distribution of foam. Overlapping each pass by about 30% helps to avoid missing spots and ensures a complete clean.

After the foam has done its job, it's time for the high-pressure washer gun to take over with a thorough rinse. The power of the water will wash away all the loosened dirt and foam, leaving behind a surface that looks almost new. It's this synergy between the foam application and high-pressure rinsing that makes foam guns for pressure washers so valuable.

Whether you're a homeowner tackling weekend cleaning projects or a professional seeking to improve your service offerings, foam guns for pressure washers and high-pressure washer guns are tools that should be in your arsenal. Their ability to combine powerful cleaning with surface protection and agent efficiency makes them important for achieving outstanding results. By understanding the benefits and good practices of using these tools, anyone can elevate their cleaning game to the next level.

#foam gun for pressure washers

0 notes

krishitoolindia · 2 years

Text

Car Washer - Car Wash Machine Latest Price - Krishitool.in

Book Now: https://www.krishitool.in/product_details/BTALI_High_Quality_car_washer_machine_pressure_130Bar_Pressure_Washer

1 note · View note

photodb · 2 years

Text

2022 Summer Gift Guide - for dads, grads, and more

More than two dozen great gift ideas for that great dad, grad, or yourself. Go ahead - indulge - I'll never tell.

Uncommonly great gift ideas for an uncommonly cool father, grad, or yourself 1 RockRocker 3000psi Pressure Washer Perhaps the quietest, easiest to use, yet fully powerful pressure washer I’ve ever encountered. Moves with ease on four spinning casters, yet can be locked for sloping driveways. Handle pulls out to a convenient length just like your luggage. Powerful motor generates up to 3,000…

View On WordPress

0 notes

lambsouvlaki · 10 months

Text

For the Hell of it - a Visitor

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: T, violence, swearing.

Word Count: 1968

Summary: A Jason from a different timeline appears in Andy's house. He has the letter 'J' branded on his face.

Masterlist

------

Sometimes it hit Andy that her best friend was an on-again off-again crime lord and an unrepentant killer.

She had a tumultuous relationship with crime herself. She was a felon after all, even if she contested her guilt, it wasn’t a label that came off. Any neat little ideas she was raised with about good people and bad people had been blasted off by the pressure washer of life.

Sometimes when Jason did something particularly adorable, which was alarmingly frequent, she remembered the new cellmate she got halfway through her sentence. She was in on nonviolent charges but nobody was fooled, she had turned herself in just to get off the streets. That new Red Hood guy had a bone to pick with her.

The woman stared up at the guard towers in the yard on her first day and asked why there weren’t any spotlights facing outside the prison. She would wake up with a start and stare at through the bars in terror. Every shadow was suspicious. And she wasn’t the only one. Andy, a bookish nineteen year old afraid of making prolonged eye contact, found herself one of few inmates not afraid of the dark.

Really, only the sex workers weren’t afraid of Gotham’s latest nightmare. And wasn’t that bizarre?

Andy once saw Jason cut a radish into a perfect tiny little teddy bear to place atop a bowl of tonkatsu curry, purely because the recipe’s photo included a radish teddy bear and like hell was he going to miss out. This was the man her remorseless murderer cellmate cowered from. Gave up her freedom to escape.

There was that one rumour about a duffel bag of heads. Her cellmate never shut up about it. Andy dismissed it as the invention of terrified thugs with nothing to do on long stints of guard duty.

Having met Jason’s dramatic side, she was pretty sure she owed Cheesewire Wendy an apology.

She still struggled to picture it though. She understood Jason was capable of incredible violence. Intellectually, it was very scary. In practice… in practice she never felt safer than when he was around. Even in the helmet, he flustered her, but she wasn’t afraid of him.

Then she met the Arkham Knight.

She was on her way home in broad daylight, walking down the corridor of her apartment complex, when she saw a bright strobing light under her own front door. A bizarre sound that made her ears pop rang out and then died at the same time as the light. She frowned, balancing her groceries to rifle through her handbag for her keys, and unlocked the door.

“Jason, what are you-” She froze.

She didn’t recognise the man standing in her living room. No, she did recognise him, right down to the way he pointed his gun at her face. He had a ‘J’ branded onto his cheek. In his other hand he loosely held the white and black civilian leather jacket Jason had left here last weekend.

Andy put her hands up and didn’t move. Her groceries fell to the floor and loose tomatoes and a tin of coconut cream rolled across the hard wood.

“Shut the door.”

She did as she was told then put her hands back up again.

He looked at her through cold blue eyes, assessing. He was in military style armour, to her inexperienced eyes, with hard metal plates all over the upper body. A blue and black high tech looking helmet sat high up on his head. He had more weapons on him than she could count.

He had Jason’s face, but not his build, he was shorter, slighter, with pinched features, and there was something hunched about the way he held his upper body. There was no bat on his chest.

“You know me.” His voice was unmistakable.

“I… I don’t know if I do.”

His lips pursed and he lowered the gun. She didn’t think that was permission to lower her hands.

“You know the me from this world.” He dropped the jacket on the back of her wheelie chair and cast his eyes over her apartment. Jason’s presence in her life had changed it, sure, but only in small ways. Surely that wasn’t enough to tell him anything?

What he meant about ‘this world’ was too mad to be true. She stared into blue eyes that had been green for as long as she had known them. He didn’t recognise her. He recognised Jason’s coat. He had a fucking ‘J’ branded onto his face. It was too weird to question when there was a strange man with a gun in her house.

“Don’t try to deny it. Did he retire from being the perfect and loyal little soldier?” He stalked towards her. “Pretend Gotham is fixed, that he can relax? That he’s safe?”

“I- I don’t-” she shook her head desperately. “Jason isn’t a soldier. I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Maybe he was Jason Todd from another world. But he wasn’t the Red Hood. She had only ever made Jason one promise, and that was to never tell anyone his secret, not even people who already seemed to know.

He stopped about a foot away from her and glared. Being smaller than her Jason didn’t make him any less terrifying. She blinked frantically, trying to clear the unshed tears of terror from her eyes. She couldn’t go to pieces now, she couldn’t.

After a long moment he scoffed. He stepped back. IF anything he looked kind of put out. She let her hands fall. They were shaking.

“Can I pick up my things?” she asked.

He grunted. She took it as a yes and crouched down to start rounding up fruit and vegetables. He moved to go look out the windows. She snuck her phone from her pocket, lowered the volume to nothing, and quick-dialled Jason. She put it in the paper grocery bag and put the whole thing on the dining table.

She cleared her throat and gathered her courage. “What do you want from Jason?”

He looked at her sidelong. His hands rested lightly on the guns in his thigh holsters.

“What do you want from me?” she asked. It came out as a rasping whisper.

“What’s your name?”

“Andrea.”

“What could I possibly want from you, Andrea?”

“I don’t know. You’re in my apartment. I assumed… for a reason?”

“I can tell you what you should have assumed: that the rest of your life is directly tied to whether or not you piss me off. By, say, calling someone.”

She froze.

He crossed the room, leisurely, like some prowling creature, and reached over her to grab her phone out of the bag.

She glimpsed the glowing screen. The green phone symbol for an active call floated over the contact name: ‘Still Has my Casserole Dish’, then the call duration of four minutes and counting.

The intruder glanced at it, unimpressed. “You can keep the casserole dish,” he said, and ended the call.

He unclipped one of his guns.

The windows exploded in a blast of blinding light.

She didn’t know what happened next, only the sounds of a scuffle, a gun fired twice, and she caught sight of yellow light armour blurring in her compromised vision, before she was standing behind the Signal.

“Who the hell are you?” the intruder growled, as his helmet snapped down over his face. It’s face lit up with LEDs.

Signal cocked his head and the LEDs immediately died again half a second before darkness flooded the whole room. The Signal grabbed her and hauled her out the window.

They were swinging through the air before she fully processed what happened.

A couple of gunshots followed them, and then silence.

She looked back, as they stumbled onto a roof.

“Keep going,” Signal said, and pulled her forwards to swing across to a building not in line of sight of her apartment.

They landed on the bare roof of an abandoned motel. There was no sound of pursuit. It set dread in her stomach.

What kind of Jason Todd let his target go so easily? Signal looked around, not letting her get too far from him.

“I don’t know who you’re supposed to be,” an all too familiar voice drawled from above. “Out in the daylight with your meta abilities, but all bats are the same at the end of the day. Predictable.”

They spun and looked up. Standing perched on the edge of the neighbouring office building was their pursuer. He had a rifle slung over his shoulder.

Signal stepped in front of Andy and spread his arms.

A shot rang out, and the foreign Jason staggered forward with a burst of blood. He was hauled backwards before he could fall. Red Hood hit him in the gut.

“Time to get out of here,” Signal said.

She couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight of the two fighting, what little she could see from this angle at last.

“We are not hanging around to see the show, lady, they are both shooting live rounds.”

That shook her enough to let him pull her away and swing down to an empty alleyway several blocks away. Andy was beside herself with worry, but Signal wouldn’t let her panic. There were other allies closing in on their location apparently.

Signal checked her for injuries and made her drink half a bottle of water. A Narrows accent was sneaking its way through the gaps in his suspiciously generic Gotham accent. It was calming.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Andy. Um. Andrea. But call me Andy.”

“Ha, take that Nightwing.”

She blinked a couple of times. “What?”

“Hood talks about you all the time. Never says your name though.” He shrugged. “We were curious.”

“Curious about what?” She asked, both her eyebrows rising. She had to be the least interesting person any of them knew.

Signal just smiled and shrugged again. She got the feeling she was on the outskirts of some in-joke.

Before she could chase it up, Red Hood landed heavily on the pavement at the alley’s opening. He was alone.

He stalked towards her, radiating fury and danger. The shaking, panicky thing inside of her chest calmed. He didn’t stop advancing until he was looming over her.

“Are you hurt?” he asked. The voice modulator did a bad job disguising how upset he was.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said, her eyes narrowed in on the cracks over the front of his helmet. Blood was smeared over his side. “Are you-”

“It’s not mine.”

“And the other guy?” Signal asked.

“Back to his own universe, I think. He disappeared mid-fight. O’s keeping an eye out in case we have any more visitors.”

Signal nodded. “That’s my cue then. Nice meeting you, Andy!”

He shot his grapple gun and disappeared into the blinding afternoon light.

Red Hood let out a shaky breath. He took off his helmet to reveal a domino mask underneath. He ran a hand through his loose curls.

“You have to be more careful,” he said. “He was going to kill you.”

“He was just in my house, I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Calling me was the right thing, but if Signal wasn’t in the area… I wouldn’t have made it in time.”

She sucked in a shaky breath and let it out again. She grabbed his arm just to steady herself.

He pulled her closer and hugged her tight. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“Alternate you is a real asshole.”

“I’m sorry.”

She scoffed. “You called in the cavalry, you saved the day, you don’t get to be sorry.”

“Maybe.” He cupped the back of her head. She felt safe. “I’m going to teach you how to handle yourself in a situation.”

“I don’t want to be in any situations,” she groused, hiding her head in his jacket. Oh, it was sticky. Gross.

“You’re always getting into a situation.”

She sighed.

Next>>

#jason todd #red hood #dc #jason todd x oc #my fanfic #red hood x oc #for the hell of it #arkham knight #Duke Thomas #the Signal #I've never written him before please be kind #hurt/comfort #the arkham knight is a scary motherfucker #but so is the Red Hood #Guest Staring Duke because he's awesome and should be in more things

58 notes · View notes

spoiledmilks · 1 year

Text

William was probably such a goofy fuckcing dad

His kids playing with water guns and he shows up with a fucking pressure washer

34 notes · View notes

dogtoling · 1 year

Note

Weapons in Salmon Run actually do more damage than the same weapons in Turf Wars. The slosher (what’s in rotation now) normally does 70 damage with a direct hit, but it does 100 damage in salmon run. Ofc there’s an obvious in game reason for this but my headcanon is that the normal weapons Mr. Grizz hands out are in some way modified with power eggs, just not to the same extent the Grizz Co. weapons are.

Probably, I would assume they're modified to be strong enough to actually hurt a non-ink based creature (which mainly means More Ink and MORE pressure). Literally the difference between a supermarket water gun VS a pressure washer.

#mailbox

33 notes · View notes

storiesofsvu · 2 years

Text

Escape Ch 8

Warnings: Language. Angsty shit, hurt/comfort. Don’t hate me….

When you finally got home twenty minutes later, you shut the front door, dropping your head against it, a groan escaping your lips. You had your gun and badge back but still felt like you didn’t really know who you were. Sighing heavily, you tugged the small suitcase down the hall, tossing the few undercover clothes you liked to keep into the washer, leaving the suitcase splayed in the room, grabbing a few things while you traipsed up the stairs. The shitty New York apartment certainly didn’t have water pressure like you did, and you were more than ready for a hot relaxing shower that your home could give. You easily spent over an hour in the room, your phone echoing a chill playlist through the room, one loud enough to be heard throughout the house and over the stream of the shower.

When you emerged you did your best to towel dry your hair, fingers untangling it as you tugged on an old Cubs shirt and pair of pyjama shorts before powering through your skin care routine. You gave a soft sigh, pausing the playlist, tucking the phone in the waist band of your shorts, making your way down to the kitchen. Screw your drinks with Hailey earlier, you knew you needed another one before you’d be able to fall asleep in this new/old life you’d always loved. You dumped probably too much scotch into your glass, padding your way through the house, not surprised when you found the light in the office on.

“There she is.” The oh so familiar voice greeted, an incredibly warm smile looking up at you, “Voight called. I missed you sweetheart.”

“I missed you too.” You moved through the room, placing the glass of scotch on Peter’s desk, climbing into his lap, body curling against his chest, head tucking against his shoulder. His arms tightly wound around you, lips meeting your hair as he stroked a hand on your back.

“You okay?” He asked softly, his demeanour constantly softening you, he was always so understanding and intuitive it made you weak.

“I fucked up…” You face buried into his chest, he could feel your body nearly shake against him.

“For what?” He tried to keep the matter light, “Voight said everything was by the book, they only pulled you out ‘cause it were too unsafe.” You took a shuddering breath, your hand grasping his shoulder, pulling your eyes up to finally face him.

“No…the free pass deal we made…” His hand stroked your cheek gently, making your resolve weaken even more at the gentleness.

“Sweetheart, if you slept with more than one person I won’t be mad.” You brows furrowed slightly at that, giving him a hard look.

“Did..you?”

“No.” Peter gave your lips a gentle kiss that you could barely keep yourself from whimpering at, your body magnetized toward his, “And if you did I won’t be mad, we had a deal.” You gave a sniffle of a sigh,

“Pete…I took my free pass but I…I fell in love with her..” You could barely meet his eyes, wavering at the way his hand caressed your cheek, the way it trailed down your arm, settling on your left hand.

“You’re…wearing your ring?” He softly questioned you, not wanting to push to hard, knowing that you were hurting.

“Because I still love you…more than anything. I made a vow to you and I swear, I’m never going to break it Pete…” You laid a soft kiss against his lips, “You’re my husband, I’ll always love you. I…I just didn’t realize that you could love more than one person with your entire fucking heart…I..I guess I understand the whole polyamorous thing now.” You buried into his neck, “I’m so sorry…” Peter simply smiled his lips meeting your forehead, his arms tightening around you, giving you a soft squeeze.

“It’s okay.” He kissed your head gently, “Why don’t you tell me about her.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” He tugged you tighter into his lap, sturdy arm wrapping around your hip.

“She’s..tall, blonde…lawyer who plays baseball…” He outwardly laughed at that,

“Looks like you’re got a very strangely specific type my love.” You gave a sad snort to him, pulling out your phone. You’d destroyed the burner before leaving New York but couldn’t bare to part with the memories, saving screenshots of texts and all the pictures, “She showed me around the city, helped me explore, became my little home away from home.” You handed the device to him to swipe through the photos.

“Oh wow…she’s stunning. Good job baby.” You swatted at his arm, scoffing.

“Pete…”

“She got you to a batting cage? You must really love her.”

“Yeah…”You murmured, hand toying with the sun necklace, “You would’ve gotten along really well.”

“She get that for you?”

“Yeah…some adorable thing about how I’m her little sunshine state of New York.”

“That is sickeningly sweet.” He gave you a little nudge as he noticed your eyes glaze over, lost in hopeless memories. “Why don’t you call her? Get her to come out here?”

“And say what?!” You baffled, “Hi, surprise! I’m back from the dead, wanna move to Chicago and live with me and my husband who I didn’t bother to mention?!” Groaning, you dropped your forehead onto his shoulder, “She doesn’t even know my real name.”

“You didn’t break your cover for her?”

“No. She watched me die, walked away from that crime scene covered in my fake blood.”

“You must’ve given one hell of a performance.”

“Yeah well I was in a hell of a lot of pain, Antonio was so close when he fired the bullet nearly broke my rib.”

“I’ll make sure to give him shit for it.” There was a brief pause as you let out a hefty sigh, silently playing with Peter’s hand in your own. You looked up at him, face full of worry, eyes rimmed with tears, quiet voice shaking through the room.

“Do you hate me?” You asked, slightly terrified that he would, that you’d end up losing both of the people you loved so much over your fault.

“No. I could never.” He gave your lips a gentle kiss, holding you against him for a moment, “I love you. I always will. I just ask that you keep this communication open okay?” You gave him a confused look, “I want you to keep me updated, let me know if you start falling out of love with me, don’t just walk away out of the blue, please.” Your heart swelled and broke at the same time, kissing his cheek gently.

“I promise.” You sunk deeper against him, “I don’t deserve you…”

“Sure you do.” He tilted your chin up, making sure you could see the love in his eyes, “And you deserve every ounce of love that you get. You were alone and completely isolated 800 miles away in a strange city, I understand.” Your tired and emotionally drained brain couldn’t figure out the right words to tell your husband just how much you appreciated how kind and welcoming he was, so you settled for the easiest ones with the most weight behind them.

“I love you.” Laying your head down on his shoulder, you sat quietly for a while, simply enjoying each others warm embrace after so long of not even being able to talk to each other. You truly felt horrible about the entire situation, on both sides, usually having a free pass on undercover missions was fine, you were able to set the boundary, but Casey…that was something entirely different. You’d been so utterly conflicted when she told you she loved you for the first time you’d almost disclosed, telling her everything, but you hadn’t heard those words in so long and you realized you loved her too, and you were done for. That last night, you’d partially been trying to get her out of the bar for her own safety, but more so so she wouldn’t have to watch you die, simply hear about it on the news, giving you a clean break back to Chicago. But no. She’d watched in horror as you struggled to keep it together, at least you’d been able to tell her you loved her one last time

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #escape #peter stone x reader #law and order special victims unit #svu #law and order #law and order svu #chicago pd #peter stone

18 notes · View notes

the-council-of-new-york-vampires · 8 months

Note

*A group of men burst into the conference room bringing in 2 massive pressure washers filled with bleach and hot water aiming their hydro guns directly at Lester*EVERYONE STAND BACK NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You been funking up our city for over a century. IT ENDS NOW U FUNKY BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*They strap him down to the chair and begin bleaching & spraying him with the pressure washers*

#priya lacroix #lester castellanos #lmao

3 notes · View notes

jpttools · 9 months

Text

Enhance Your Cleaning Power With JPT Tools Pressure Washer Accessories

Discover a new level of cleaning with JPT Tools' Pressure Washer Accessories. We provide high-quality accessories that are designed to enhance your pressure-washing capabilities, making tasks easier and more effective. JPT Tools offers the tools you need to achieve a spotless and pristine cleaning.

Follow us at: Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/JPTTools/Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/jpttools/Twitter- https://twitter.com/JptToolsLinkedIn- https://www.linkedin.com/in/jpt-tools-04674822b/YouTube- https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCM8k-ECK3AHUIzrEz7fFkAQ

#Pressure Washer Accessories #Karcher Pressure Washer Accessories #Power Washer #Best Pressure Washer #High-Pressure Washer #Pressure Washer Gun #Bosch Pressure WasherKarcher Accessories

0 notes

hosenozzle · 10 months

Text

Hot Water Cleaning Reinvented: Discover the Ultimate Spray Nozzle

Are you tired of struggling with ordinary spray nozzles that fail to deliver the performance you need? Look no further! Our revolutionary Hot Water Spray Nozzle is the perfect solution for all your cleaning tasks. Designed with cutting-edge technology and precision engineering, this nozzle is a game-changer in the world of cleaning equipment.

For More Information Please visit, hot water gun

Key Features:

Unparalleled Hot Water Performance: Unlike regular spray nozzles, our hot water nozzle is specifically designed to handle high-temperature water with ease. Its robust construction and advanced materials ensure durability and efficiency even under challenging conditions.

https://goo.gl/maps/jyKqDwudoNrkcd4R9

Adjustable Spray Patterns: With multiple spray patterns to choose from, you can easily switch between a powerful jet for tough stains and a gentle mist for more delicate surfaces. This versatility makes it ideal for various cleaning applications.

Ergonomic Design: Our hot water spray nozzle features an ergonomic design that ensures a comfortable grip during prolonged use. Say goodbye to hand fatigue and welcome a seamless cleaning experience.

High Precision Control: The nozzle allows for precise control over the water flow, enabling you to manage the intensity of the spray as per your requirement. This precision ensures you avoid wasting water while achieving excellent cleaning results.

Universal Compatibility: Whether you're using a pressure washer or a hot water supply, our nozzle seamlessly integrates with most standard equipment, providing a hassle-free connection for a wide range of tasks.

Durable Build: Crafted from high-quality materials, the hot water spray nozzle is built to last. It can withstand the rigors of regular use and exposure to hot water without compromising its performance.

Safety Features: The nozzle is designed with safety in mind. Its heat-resistant exterior ensures a comfortable grip even when working with hot water, reducing the risk of accidental burns.

Applications:

Heavy-Duty Cleaning: From removing grease and grime in industrial settings to tackling stubborn stains in commercial kitchens, our hot water spray nozzle is up to the challenge.

Outdoor Cleaning: Revitalize your outdoor spaces effortlessly! Use our hot water nozzle for patios, decks, driveways, and other exterior surfaces, leaving them spotless and looking brand new.

Residential Cleaning: Keep your home spick and span with our hot water nozzle. Perfect for cleaning gutters, siding, and other areas that require a powerful yet controlled stream of hot water.

Industrial Use: The nozzle finds its place in various industries for effective cleaning of equipment, machinery, and floors.

#hot water gun

2 notes · View notes

copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

Note

Thanks to breast milk anon, all I can think about is a person on a battlefield holding their breasts like machine guns, mowing down soldiers with their pressure-washer-strength jet stream of milk 💀

#lololol #lactation anon the trilogy #you asked i answered

7 notes · View notes

self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 2 years

Text

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 01x22

Devil’s Trap

“Was this song really the intro song they used?” Talking about the music licenses

“Why does Dean act so torn up about it? Dean already knows he’s on a death-wish, and dying comes with the territory. I know it’s Dad but come on.” “Probably.” “Awww. Are we going to get Bobby?” “haha” to Bobby saying John has that affect on people

“Isn’t Robert Singer actually the writer? Oh, he’s just a character name?” “They can’t say shit on TV?” “Really Dean? You didn’t have the Holy Water open? I know she caught you off-guard but you could have thrown the water at her” “Didn’t she already make a bondage joke before?” “Isn’t the girl already dead though? You dropped her off a building? Do they know that yet, or do we learn that now?” “Why can’t they cap her with the gun? Or do they want to save it for the Big Guy? I guess they don’t have a million bullets either” “Their latin readings amuse me. Not like I could do any better” “Why does Sam need so much convincing? Aren’t we trying to kill the Big Demon? I don’t understand why Bobby is so worried, too. I mean, the girl will probably die or she’s forever possessed. I guess I don’t understand” “Maybe you don’t want to move her? First Aid 101 here” “Why do all these bad people have such bad timing? Goddammit. If only you could have lived for just one more second” “You better beat it” “Do they have 2 spotlights on Baby? Do they ever use them?” “Why wouldn’t you put the Devil’s Trap on the inside?” “That worked out real well for you didn’t it?” “This family has a real problem with the self-sacrificial bullshit” “They could use disguises” “Still with the fkn weird jacket, Sam” “What a shitty haircut, too. It’s all greased down today” “kinky demon shit. They’re not even using chains; they’re using sexy time straps” I wonder what else Dean never told Sam.

“Nice. It’s a pressure washer but without the excess pressure. Is that something firefighters actually use? Some of that looks real. Some of that looks Hollywood. I just don’t know.”

“Why all the drama with the Holy Water?” “Isn’t John actually possessed though? They shoot his ass in a house somewhere later in the episode?” “It’s one way to the do the demon thing” “a shitty ass deadbolt” “the salt didn’t actually trap the demons so why do it?” “down to 2” Dean just shot a guy in broad daylight

“What bugs eat salt? Do any of them?” “Dean always has big dilemmas” “Isn’t that how they figure out that John is possessed, because John would actually be pissed?” “pull the trigger bitch. Man you’d solve so many problems If you just did that” “First, we’d get rid of John Winchester. Second, we’d get rid of this demon.” 🎶shoulda pulled the fkn trigger bitch🎶

“He could just use the 2 last bullets now” “John as the Yellow Eyed Demon is way more compelling than just John” “Sweet. That looks kinda like wax. Maybe not?” “He didn’t actually kill the demon, right?” “Doesn’t John get all pissed off and hate on Sam for not killing him?” “The demon smoke cgi is slightly off, because it doesn’t completely match up with the floor board cracks” “Sam doesn’t like John anyway; he should have killed him” “fkn jumpscare bullshit. I didn’t jump but you sure did” Yeah fuck you spouse you jumped

“I feel like the music was different even from the last time we watched it” “oh yeah dean goes in the hospital now”

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s1 #supernatural rewatch

2 notes · View notes