I like big.

I like big queefs and I cannot lie -
You other sisters can't deny:
When you push down low and the hot gas flies
Through your rippling chub-rub thighs,
Oh it's STUNK
And you marinade in the fart that you've just DONE.
Deep in a fragrant dreaming,
You know the microbes are teeming.
Oh baby I wanna stay with ya;
Give all I can give, ya.