How a boy earned the nickname Queef
Strolling between classes at school one day a lad who felt himself a lot cooler than he was deemed by his peers (not me, I'm a straight up dork) farted as he reached the top of a nice big flight of stairs. This was amongst a fair crowd of people so he got a fair number of peoples attention with this. His downfall was to then fall over backwards down the stairs just as he did this.

The noise, combined with the sure knowledge that the propulsion from a botty burp would not allow you to fall backwards led to the obvious conclusion, it must have come from his front bum. Queef was forever tarred with his name from that point. I even bumped into him at the shops a couple of months back and stopped to say hi. Had to call him Queef the whole time because after 15 years I can't remember his name but I sure remember that.
(pseudomonkey is not a real monkey., Tue 22 Dec 2009, 8:26, 2 replies)

You called him "Queef" after 15 years? (I assume you're both late 20's now)
did he call you a cunt?
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Tue 22 Dec 2009, 9:45, closed)

I did call him Queef. He just called me "Hey" so we were on the same wavelength, he just had something slightly more specific to have thrown in his face.
(pseudomonkey is not a real monkey., Tue 22 Dec 2009, 12:48, closed)