Stan: We were so worried about how cool we looked to those New Yorker kids that we forgot: we're already totally cool, even if we don't know what queef means.
Mr. Mackey: Uh, queef is a vaginal expulsion of gas, m'kay.
2002 October 24, Buddy Seigal, “In the Closet With the Blues”, in OC Weekly[1]:
And now here was Keb' Mo' distancing himself from the genre that made him a star, telling me that he was a singer/songwriter rather than a blues artist, defending this limp-wristed yuppie handjob of an album as if it were High Aht, and acting as if the blues were a queef emitted from the loins of Camryn Manheim—when she had a yeast infection.
2004, Michael Ryan, The Dirtiest Toilet Humor Book Ever, iUniverse, published 2004, page 47:
Finally, I have only heard about it, but what about the queef? This is the vagina-fart. Is it truly possible?
We are the queef after a porn star breaks the gang bang record.
2008, Editors of Cosmopolitan, Cosmo's Guide to Red-Hot Sex, →ISBN, →OL, page 200:
Q: Sometimes when I'm having sex, my vagina makes an embarrassing noise, like I'm passing gas. Can I prevent it? A: This noisy emission, commonly referred to as a queef, is air escaping your vagina.
And we must all stand by the belief, / That a woman is strong, and she has the right to queef. / Fly free. Free to queef aloud; fly free. / Let every queef show that you're proud.
2010 January 26, Lauren Leto with Ben Bator, Texts from Last Night: All the Texts No One Remembers Sending[2], Gotham Books, →ISBN, →OL:
he needs to stop telling all his friends what my queefs sound like. its getting awkward to be around people who can quote my vagina.
2010 October 16, Bill Casselman, Where a Dobdob Meets a Dikdik: A Word Lover's Guide to the Weirdest, Wackiest, and Wonkiest Lexical Gems, Original edition, Avon: Adams Media, →ISBN, →OL, page 191:
Queef is Scottish slang, a pronunciation variant of quiff, meaning “vulva” or “vagina”. This, together with British nautical slang where a queef is also a dialectic variant of quiff meaning “a blast of wind,” combined sometime during the last 200 years in vulgar street talk to give the current meaning of queef: an explusion of air from the vulva during or often just after vigorous intercourse, commonly called a pussy fart. […] A queef is not, of course, flatulence, so technically it is not a fart either. It is air, not waste gases produced by digestion, so often there is no attendant odor.
And we must all stand by the belief, / That a woman is strong, and she has the right to queef. / Fly free. Free to queef aloud; fly free. / Let every queef show that you're proud.
If the mom's going to queef during the parade, make the queefs in time to the marching band's song.
2012 May 8, Heather Rutman, The Girl's Guide to Depravity: How to Get Laid Without Getting Screwed[3], Running Press, →ISBN, →OL:
I love having vacation sex because there are absolutely no consequences. You don't have to be embarrassed if you queef, and there's no danger he'll come after you when he finds out that you're not really the daughter of the Miami Dolphins' owner and there are no box seats waiting for him at will call.
Verb: to produce a particular sound by queefing (tr.)
[…] and then get back to the movie where we find Kim, back at the gallery, so catatonic and sex-obsessed she'd sell Michaelangelo's David for $5 and queef the theme from Close Encounters for no extra charge.
Tough Guy: Oh yeah? Well, you look like a bunch of queefs to me, huh!
Cartman:(to Stan, quietly) Stan, what's a queef?
Kyle: Kenny?
Kenny: (I don't know!)
Tough Guy: Oh, brother! You guys don't even know what a queef is, huh?
Cartman: Of course we know what a queef is, you queef!
2000 September 12, D. G. Porter, “Re: OT: Bush Fucks Up with Mike On”, in alt.tv.southpark (Usenet), message-ID <39BE65CF.567C@pacbell.net>:
When you dumb-fucks repeat some right-wing loon's lie it only makes you look like a queef.
2006 July 10, MnMikew, “Re: Hail to the King troll of RSG the "Hammer"”, in rec.sport.golf[4] (Usenet), message-ID <4hfij0F1pi9kjU1@individual.net>:
You two queefs should get a room you imature little dipshit.
2008 September 1, John Vorhaus, Under the Gun, Pinnacle Books, →ISBN, →OL, page 61:
"Before we go any further," he said, "I got to know if you're a queef."
2009 September 16, Lamont Cranston, “Re: Playing the race card is a desperate move by Democrats to stop the growing patriot movement.”, in alt.impeach.bush[5] (Usenet), message-ID <h8r7k4$uln$1@news.datemas.de>:
LOL! You don't work, Queef. You haven't had a job in years.
