A penală is a stress-relief instrument, best for immediate decompression after a very good or a very fucked-up flight. It is usually lighted up in groups of penală users, down at the no hat no salute area, where the Puma kisses the Hawk in a badly photoshoped promo picture. Bad for the lungs but good for the mind, the penală untightens the users’s tongue and increases his chances of active participation during an intense debriefing. The prerequisite for the correct supply and usage of the penală is the toolkit, which is mandatory in the fabrication process of the dopamine-enhancing drug.
A: How was your in-flight evaluation with the Captain? Did all go according to what was planned?
B: Man, it went horrible. I couldn’t land within the HLS, then i didn’t know how to make a Store point, i’ve killed a stork with my rotor blade and in the end my helmet display fell off and entered into the rudder pedal compartment and we had to do an emergency landing in a LIDL parking lot. My captain was so pissed about it that from now on, i will no longer participate in any mission except the ones with the guys from B53, where i will act as a tree and the helicopters will laser range-find me.
A: Yeah man, i know how that feels. Here, roll yourself a penală, you really need one.
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.