A well-used, ill-kept monstrosity of a quim that wouldn’t look out of place on either a Picasso painting or on the side of a rugby player’s head. The resemblance to a sack of offal is accompanied by a smell that can only be described as “like Captain Birdseye’s arse”.
"Fuck me Colin, she had a fanny like a Turkish butcher's shop window! Couldn't make head nor tail of the bastard"
"Serves her right for having seven kids”