In an establishment where the stripper asks you after every song if you'd like another dance you say yes, but you also get more aggressive with your groping. When she asks you to stop, you do, and don't pay for any more lapdances. If she never asks you to stop, you keep touching new spots on her body.
When I play Stripper Chicken I grab her ass on song two, and move on to caressing her breasts on song three.
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.