M.O.A.Q.
Doing the M. O. A. Q. is like letting a tornado rip through your vagina while you're eating a taco.
I did the M. O. A. Q. in my car and my dog got out and ran into the grocery store.
My sister did the M. O. A. Q. and my mom said it was louder than my dad's snoring.
I did the M. O. A. Q. in my bedroom and my brother thought the house was on fire.