The moment of realisation in which having gone down on a female you realise her vagina is that of such gut wrenching fish-cheese-dirtity one begins to retch in disgust yet attempt to stifle the notion however result by making a high pitched squeal much like that of a pig
Keith: You know you should get that checked out..
Fatima: That squeal wasn't a stilton piglick was it?
Keith: I'm afraid so.
*Fatima weeps*
Fatima: That squeal wasn't a stilton piglick was it?
Keith: I'm afraid so.
*Fatima weeps*
by glandular poet January 12, 2012