An automobile driven by a cunt. Usually dented, dinged and scratched due to the driver's habit of simultaneously caking makeup over her ugly, gabbing on the cellphone, trying to find a station playing her favorite top-40 pop song, sipping an extra large double foam half-caf caramel iced latte with 4 Splendas, and beating her fatherless whelps in the back seat, instead of paying attention to traffic. A cuntmobile's engine noise typifies neglect of regular oil changes and tuneups, and the brakes tend to squeal at every stop as few cunts understand the importance of changing pads (brake or otherwise).

A few weeks ago, no one had “cheugy” in their vocabulary . Now everything is saturated with the word. It’s in our heads. It’s in our homes. Everyone is asking: “Am I cheugy? Am I a basic ass bitch? Am I GUILTY of being cheugy?”

The proliferation of cheugy in the mainstream discourse can only be attributed to one source: mental terror. It’s an orchestrated psychological trap to make you question your tastes and interests in the eyes of others.

You are not a cheug. YOU’RE PERFECT!!!!

It is very suspicious that the cheugy mascot is a Minion, a literal cyclops, a deformed
yellow panopticon in overalls ... do not let the all-seeing eye to control you. Be vigilant. Resist cheugy psyops.

A major bitch; a really mean ass woman; A female who has no regards for others' feelings.

A vehicle whose driver cares not about other road users or the environment a.k.a. a Range Rover