Rhys Honey Jones is an absolute sex beast of a character. Type of erratic bloke that you can’t tell if he’s just done 4 ounces of cold cut Cocaine or just power wanked over his mates cousins.
Usually hench as fuck but no doubt some cunt in the pissend of somewhere is a letdown to the name.
Every time you meet a Rhys Honey-Jones either one of two things with happen. You’ll get your head caved in due to something so petty like him dropping something at his workplace, or you’ll have the most ecstatic time of yer life.
Bloody hell, he’s a mad cunt but he’s no Rhys Honey-Jones son
Homey Jones refers to a famous urbanister, perhaps the most famous, who rapped so furiously he disappeared into a temporal crack in the fabric of the universe.
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.