We'd like to invite Bob to our wedding, but we're not sure we've known him long enough. He's really only a quend.
by david copeland April 21, 2008
Likes long strolls in the park and bean flicking doesn't like Mongs southerners and parsley. Smells strongly of vim and covers himself in Vaseline climbs into a sleeping bag sized condom and pretends he's a slug.
You may call by his name but he's often referred to by his friends and loved ones as a "complete and utter fucking QUEND"
by Spudric mctenticle face March 13, 2018