A Place in NJ where a lot of smoking reefer is at. Everyone does it here, even little timmy reefs it up with his mom down the road. No cops in wantage...just State police, but im sure all of them are fucked up right now. Just bust out your bubbler, bong, or tinny and rip the shit out of that beast. Dont worry about laced shit unless you want chronic. Everyone here is a professional blunt roller to. even grandma knows how to roll a fattie
Grandson "Grandma...can you roll this for me? Just 3 unchopped grams."
a rebound you find ,possibly days, after breaking up with your serious, long term girlfriend. all these girls are ugly begs so they’ll take any dick they can get. you will almost never see them as they are frigid fucks and live way too far away. but it’s just someone to snapchat and talk to, as the boys that get these girls are desperate, lonely and insecure and mainly are just making a weak attempt to piss off their ex.
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.