The delicate yet impervious insulation that forms on the surface-exposed exterior of larger caliber fecal material that, when violated, can no longer contain the noxious turd-stank contained within. Of particular relevance to sun-baked side-walk and lawn droppings.
Oh snap! Run! Grandpa was cleaning the yard and broke crapsulation! He can't smell it, but we can. Here it comes...
A woeful excuse of a Rugby League football club that partakes in the National Rugby League. Spends much of its time suffering from scandals, woeful on field performance, a totally inept management, a complete inability to turn a profit, or win a premiership. The best outcome for this basket case would be to export it to an expansion region of the NRL, where it may finally start to be a worthwhile club, not a leech on the rear end of the St George Dragons.
The club's greatest achievements are: poaching talent off other clubs, never winning a premiership, and having their stadium sponsored by a company specialising in removing rubbish to the tip, which is where the club belongs.