Disco moot
A rather questionable stench that gathers from a woman’s nether regions from a hard night tearing up the d-floor. A similar smell to that of your nans closet, moth balls and all, combined with the psshhh associated with the Sydney fish market.
ScoMo: Hey mate, how’d ya go with Julia on the weekend?
Kevin: Yeah nah yeah mate, old Jules, great gal! She just had a bit of the disco moot about her!
ScoMo: Ahhh mate, not to worry! Nothing a little hazelnut lube won’t fix next time!
Kevin: Yeah nah yeah mate, old Jules, great gal! She just had a bit of the disco moot about her!
ScoMo: Ahhh mate, not to worry! Nothing a little hazelnut lube won’t fix next time!