G.Q.U.A.S.B.O.A.T
The ultimate beeyotch, with a queef so strong it could blow out a candle from across the room
My sister is the G. Q. U. A. S. B. O. A. T. She queefs when she’s mad.
He called me the G. Q. U. A. S. B. O. A. T. I queefed in his face.
The G. Q. U. A. S. B. O. A. T. came into the party and the whole room was like, ‘what the hell?’