OMG! They were?? Why didn't someone tell me!

Well, I know that MY queefs can bring people to tears.

There's never enough duct tape.

This is a rather startling public admission as to the hygienic integrity of your hoohaw. You might want to see a doctor as Wikipedia (font of all knowledge medical) tells me that a malodorous queef could be a sign of an undesirable connection between your vajayjay and your colon. In other words, there might be some buried toxic waste in your personal Love Canal, so to speak.

NOTE: Note, this post exists primarily to see if I can creep myself out.

^^ OMG..... I'll never eat clam chowder again. :(

No, no. Not the odor, but the mere sound of my queefs can make people think horrible things about themselves and/or the world in general. My queefs remove all hope from mankind. It is the Vogon poetry of my pubic region.

Too late. You are now forever to be known as "that smelly queef lady." I wrote it on a boat and set it sail down the river to be found by Neptune and written into the very fabric of the universe so that in billions of years when another sentient race has evolved in the universe and calculates pi and then decodes the string starting 1,423,234,202 digits after the decimal place and ending at position 1,423,234,317 and then stumbles upon using ASCII to decipher it, will find that it reads:

"the smelly queef lady lived over on that planet"

I don't like ketchup.

It was all started by a Man... and a queef.