This is the fatty, most often wet with saturation, and occasionally foul-odored, mons pubis and labia of a female who raised anywhere between the Smoky Mountains of southern Appalachia, all the way west to the muddy Mississippi River. It’s been described in the song Rocky Top as “wild as a mink & sweet as soda pop”, which is accurate. If one is a true aficionado, he will definitely “still dream about that” once he’s introduced this tasty regional dish to his palate. Locals prefer the traditional variety adorned with a tuft of pubic hair.
Dude, yesterday I was at the Mapco in Roane County and bumped into Delicia. Long storyshort, I still taste that sweet Tennessee Tuna Taco when I swalla.
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.