When someone has the balls to say things over the phone they would never say face to face. A combination of cajones and phone.
Man my mother is a 5 foottall 2nd grade teacher, but she's got some caphones! She told my boss she would destroy his manhood if anything ever happened to me.
This phenomenon occurs when at least two people argue or discuss something intensively that they wouldn't even give a shit about if they weren't doing ... coke.
Please don't bother Natalie and David, they are literally having a coke-cophony in the kitchen and everyone has moved to another room.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.