When your girl is doing a line of blow off of your Johnston and she snorts a pube up her nose and you watch as she coughs it up and flicks it at you. Making it, a pube ball.
Damn baby, do you want me to rub your back while you cough up that pube ball?
When your girl is doing a line of blow off of your Johnston and she snorts a pube up her nose and you watch as she coughs it up and flicks it at you. Making it, a pube ball.
Damn baby, do you want me to rub your back while you cough up that pube ball?
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.