Skypigs are the disgusting mouth breathers who board a public airline flight, wait about 20 minutes so everyone is starting to relax, and then open a carry out of a full size entree of shit that smells fucking terrible like tuna or a medley of unauthentic Mexican slop purchased from the Chili’s in the departing airport. They then cram the entire fucking entree down their cram hole while everyone has to sit in the food stench and listen to their horrendous eating noises.
Can you believe this shit, bro? There are two skypigs sitting right in front of us on this 6 hour flight.
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.