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gunt

The large, protruding blob of flesh that joins a woman's stomach and vagina so that they become one.

I wouldn't say she's fat, but she does have a big gunt.

by mark e. d'sade August 24, 2009

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gunt

the flab that hangs from a womans belly below her vagina!

wow she has a big gunt!

by tha illeset mama June 10, 2009

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Gunted

Term used by alogspace /cow/ board. kiwifarms and even 4chan /pol/ to refer when someone got btfo'd or literally fucked by Ethan Ralph, also know as The Gunt.

Anon: What happened in the last days, guys?
TRSPERG: PPP's sister got GUNTED.
Weakload: Damn, for a manlet and dicklet, The Gunt really can get cheap whores, my gf will probably be Gunted too.

by berimbaurider January 2, 2022

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GUNT

a gunt is the layer of stomach fat that covers your Vagina or penis

a gut that covers your cunt
- " i had to lift up 10 rolls of fat to find her cunt SHE HAS A GUNT"

by gdawglol July 14, 2009

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Dirty Gunt

A spin on the Dirty Sanchez recently created by washed up Killstream host Ethan Ralph, a Dirty Gunt consists of filming yourself sticking your thumb up a teenage girl's pooper before giving it a snifferoo.

"I got into a beef with someone on Twitter last night, so I gave myself a Dirty Gunt and sent it to them, just like my hero Ethan Ralph. Can't abort the Retort!"

by caspertheghoul August 14, 2020


GUNT MANGLER

1. A MAN WITH A DEATHWISH THAT HAS NOTHING TO LOSE

2. A TALIBAN FIGHTER THAT PLEDGED TO DIE AND FEARS NOTHING

HEY, I HEAR THEIR PAYING GUNT MANGLERS TOP MONEY, FUCK IF I'LL DO THAT, MY LIFES WORTH MORE

by Dpcx Alpha Male September 2, 2009

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Gunt Trap

Not concentrating during the sexual act and finding yourself lost in the dark recesses found beneath the gunt.

I was hot, roaring hot, vomiting with the heat, my every cell protesting as it bucked against the impositions of the atmosphere, and instantly I knew I was caught in a gunt trap.And I was flesh-and-blood, organic, heaving in torment, my breathing corpse in rebellion against the impossible demands being made upon it, this while I fought to control the hot Gunt bucking in my hands, a piece of flesh which I identified as a gunt flap. Crushed by heat. Annihilated by the light of the sky. I should have looked, then. Upwards, I mean. At the sky. At the light. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped the gunt flap. And flinched. Downwards. Squeezing my eyes shut. Trying to squeeze myself into annihilation. Trying to hide. I made my way towards the relative safety of the vulva and hopefully freedom.

by Juan Hunglow April 27, 2010

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