That one kid who always sharpens his pencils until they become absolutely nothing, and tapes together pens with about five pounds of tape, and colors the pens. Also known as the Frankenstein of Pencils
Dude, that guy is such a pencileater. He just blew through an industrial size pallet of 3000 boxes of pencils in like 30 minutes.
A concept, idea, project, etc. that is so confusing, it leads the habitual pencilbiter to skip biting the unfortunate number two, and go straight to eating it.
"Hey, y'know this question's a real pencil-eater, it's been stumping me for weeks!"
"This project's such a pencil-eater, you mean to tell me I need how many sources for it? I can't even find one! Who wrote this textbook anyway?!"
"Man, adobe choosing to trick its customers into a year long subscription sure is a real pencil-eater! It's like they wanted a lawsuit or something!"
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.