Person 1: "She then took her panties off and kissed my tophat and monocle!"
Person 2: "AttractiveBritish woman you say?! Photographic evidence posthaste!"
Despite low lighting and doey-eyed (sic) coruscation dampened by same, the bright spirit that clamors through with a swiftness known only to spawning salmon on a path of destiny known only from inspiration, one making their way to the fur coat locations of a much talked about button only moments after sharing pleasantries of deeply fostered expectations, tempered by mutual self-doubt.
In other, "Where's Shorty?" and "May I?'. Life can wait.
The seemingly fleeting period of time between meeting for the first time and some genital awareness that follows a very, very quick unzip and mutualconsent and insertion between loving meat lips that could only be described as posthaste..
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.