Grace: Yo Ange, I slept with Michael last night.
Ange: Girl, get your ass to the gynecologist's quick.
Grace: Why?
Ange: That boy's a pusshound. He sleeps around and has probably got loads of STD's.
derived from old mystical woodsmen tellings, that explained unexplainable wive disappearances, of a creature conceived when a cat mates with a hound that has an unhealthy appetite for vagina. And this creature would sneak into their dwellings after dusk and harvest their wive's vaginas for a very bland consumption. But in all reality it was just the woodsmen sleepwalking and killing and rapping each others wives then dumping their bodies into a nearby river.
Son: "Dad!!! Mom has mysteriously disappeared!!!! What could have caused this to happen?"
Woodsmen: "Son. It must have been a pussyhound."
kid who thinks he can get any pussy in the world and that every girl sweats his nuts but ends up only getting dome piece from the same busted british chick every weekend
P1: What kind of breed is this dog?
P2: He is a pussyhound.
P1: Damn thats so cool
P2: That just means he is 1/16th cat.
P1: Oh I wish you didn’t tell me that.