cuntfiguration

noun

1. The fuckability or condition of a persons vagina; the relative disposition or arrangement of the parts or elements of muscular tube that runs from the vulva — which refers to the external female genitalia, including the labia and clitoris — to the cervix and shit.

2. External form of poone, as resulting from conditioning, treatments, appliques, etc.; conformation of dry, wet, shaggy, pimply, diseased, edible, inedible, so on and so forth.

3. documentation in support of the various conditions of the the external female genitalia in support of describing the state of the apparatus generally, and specifically how to maintain a desired environment.

Note: unrelated but of interest, the #juicy poone, is anathema to proper cuntfiguration.

Excerpted from the "Cunnilation Cuntfiguration Cookbook: "

"Surely everybody has tried cunnillation or attempted to cunnillate a person who comes out dry and flat. It's disappointing. Moisten those cakes, creases, and folds with simple syrup. Moisten those with maple syrup.

Moisten those cakes with spiced rum butter. Motherfuckin' molasses and shit works too., Get that mo fo wet, wid yo tried and true cuntfiguration, bitch.

Sure we've all heard the concern that depending on the type of cake, pooter pie, vulva, or vagina, using simple syrup can result in an overly moist or dense experience. If you apply the proper cuntfiguration before hand you will be cunnilating like a mother fucking machine all night long. The best way to prevent a soppingly moist, or an arid, barren or unproductive poone, is to only use syrup in moderation and to wait until the cunt has cooled completely before using the your syrup. Once you see how this can transform your vaginas, we know you'll be using this little cuntfiguration trick again and again."

flafla flooey

One of Howard Stern's malapropisms for Gary "arrogant ape" Dell'Abate, aka Baba Booey. Dell'Abate earned various malapropism-based nicknames, e.g. "baba booey," "fafa fooey," "mama monkey," "rara retard," "stasta stinky" etc.

Gary earned this ma ma mockery upon uttering the malapropism "baba booey" referring to "Baba Louie" the sidekick of cartoon character Quick Draw McGraw.

"His breath is hot, and his gums are dry,
You can hear them when his fat lips smack;
I'll tell you the story of the boy with horse teeth,
there as green as a funeral wreath;
He's so dopey he won't come in from the rain,
if you look in his eyes you can see there's no brain;
fla, fla, fla, flaflafla, fla fla, flafla flooey..."

pl99

pl99 adjective

Wild as shit partying like the whole damn thing is ending and getting blown up at any moment. Implies having the party of one's life. A fire party like it's the last damn party before you're snuffed. Party as you would if you were partying for the last damn time before the world ends and shit. Party hard, because you won't be around for a hangover.

Playa 1: "I was deep up in tha streets wit ole playaz n' freshly smoked up ones, drankin (as usual), spot hoppin n' partyin like dat shiznit was pl99."

Playa 2: Word. YOLO, biatch.

I was deep up in tha streets wit ole playaz n' freshly smoked up ones, drankin (as usual), spot hoppin n' partyin like dat shiznit was pl99.

Doing the dick

To screw around; to fuck around; to lean on the shovel; to piss around; to waste time, so on and so forth.

Q: Hey, what you up tonight, boy?
A: Doing the dick. I got nothin. What you up to?

Juicy Poone

Having lost the physical, mental, and moral qualities considered normal and desirable, this once-woman is the most stunningly appalling, disgusting, horrid creature to roam the face of the planet. This bitch is a shocking, heinous, harrowing, vile, shameful, unforgivable, unpardonable CUNT. The following anecdote scratches the surface of what tapping this Medusa entails:

There once was a girl named Carmen;
The bugs on her twat were a swarmen;
Nevertheless, I put my dick to the test;
And NOW the sores are ALARMIN.

To Whit, when you meet a Juicy Poone at the bar, or the nightclub, the lights might be just dim enough to suggest to you that it may somehow be acceptable to take the Juicy Poone home for an innocent night in your personal rumpus room. You may find yourself tempted to take it home and show it your etchings or lithographs. Hold it right there, Old Sport. Get a hold of yourself. If you fall into the Juicy Poone's trap, and wind up at your place, your dick will take a look and be instantly transmogrified into a pillar of fucking SALT. Woe unto you then, for it is too late. "Things fall apart, the center cannot hold," and your best friend, Mr. Happy, falls right the fuck off. And he shatters on the floor. Game over, you have fallen victim to the venereal charms of the Juicy Poone. With a gaze "blank and pitiless as the sun," the Juicy Poone moves its slow thighs" and slithers out the mother fucking door, back to the bar to claim another unwary traveler.

Your mate slurs the following at the club, "Hey bro, look at that chick or something over there. I think that after another five or six boilermakers I'll go and tap that shit."

You are pretty well charged up after a narrow escape yourself. "Hold the fuck on man," you say. "Step up off that Juicy Poone!! If you get anywhere close to that your dick will either rot the fuck off or jump up your ass to escape. That Juicy Poone is a rancid whore.