Classically educatedInternet troll and frequent commenter on celebrity gossip, lifestyle, and popular culture websites; most frequently active on Jezebel, formerly The Superficial; Nicolas Cage devotee.
Yo, did you catch Chief Queef eviscerating that intellectually sloppy, deep as a mud puddle, dime-store pseudo-neo-feminist op-ed puff piece on People the other day? Shit was foyre.
The materials spewed out (at Light Speed) as a result of a vaginal fart. Although, never subject to a thorough analysis, this material could be quite unpleasant, possibly toxic and aesthetically repugnant (or not). It often renders the spewee confused, shocked, sexually ambivalent or somewhat entertained!
I just couldn't believe it! She was relaxed, feet up to the ceiling when suddenly, she queef greased my pompadour! That's a shiny pompadour dude.
The thick, noxious sludge that drips from a fat woman's cooter when she gets super horned up during the summer months, and her vaginal secretions meet the rest of her panty sweat.