Classically educated Internet 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 queefgreased 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.
Oh my god, my mom went for a walk today and when she came home, the entire house stunk like Queef Stroganoff.