Repulsive old wenches who dwell in the rushes around secluded ponds. Some claim they have a respiratory system similar to that of a lungfish, while others assert that pond hags extract oxygen from rusted cans and childrens' tears. Emerging exclusively by moonlight, they've been known to hector and vex the purest of souls with their skillful and relentless haggery.
I was blazing a fat L by the pond when some sketchy ass pond hags started throwing sea weed and shit at me. What a bunch of twats.
by Andrew Flint June 20, 2007