Hairy Cave
A lady's private area that’s been let go so bad it looks like a raccoon threw a party in there, all hair, no shine, and it smells like a sweaty gym sock.
I walked in on her Hairy Cave and I thought I'd died and went to heaven, or hell, whichever one smells worse.
She said she’s been living in there since the last time she had a shower.
That Hairy Cave could probably start its own band, 'The Hair and the Smell.'