This is a sexual act. Whilst trimming your man's neck hair from behind, you use your free hand to provide a reach around hj using shampoo as lube. When he's close to climax, drop the trimmer and position a conditioner bottle (with the lid removed) over his dick hole. Milk his cock into the bottle; replace lid. Immediately use bottle contents to later your own hair while he watches.
A Mitch Jones is whatever you want it to be. If you want it to be your best friend, done! Worst enemy, done! If your a Mitch Jones than you could get almost any woman you want. But you don't because you don't want you're wife to kick everybody's butt. A Mitch Jones is tuff. If you tried to eat a Mitch Jones you would have to chew just one piece till you were 80 years old. He could beat you and your dad up even if he was 5 years old. But he doesn't. If your lucky.
Man I don't know what to do with my life. Should I help the hungry, or cure cancer?
Or should I go all the way and be Mitchell Paul Jones and do it all at once?
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 $2million.