A rather questionable stench that gathers from a woman’s nether regions from a hard night tearing up the d-floor. A similar smell to that of your nans closet, moth balls and all, combined with the psshhh associated with the Sydney fish market.
ScoMo: Hey mate, how’d ya go with Julia on the weekend?
Kevin: Yeah nah yeah mate, old Jules, great gal! She just had a bit of the discomoot about her!
ScoMo: Ahhh mate, not to worry! Nothing a little hazelnut lube won’t fix next time!
The cause of your previously rock hard schlong shriveling into nothing. When a woman's vagina stinks so bad you now suffer from PTSD and are afraid of being with any woman ever again.
Teddy: Mayne, my rock hardschlong just turned into a dead fish.
When the moot is so fat, the vag is outlined by the light blue calvin klein undies, creating a box shape. Though previously hidden very well, was exposed when a certain northmead individual wore stolen undies on a byron bay holiday. One can describe the box moot as chunky, thick, juicy and plump, taking the shape of a box.
“Wow Saarah that’s a lovely box moot”
“Saarah that box moot was something else” Aidis