Describes the incident in which you sit down in a port-a-shitter to take a dump and the sudden impact of your feces hitting the water causes an unsuspected tongue of blue fluid to leap up and lick your grundle.
Bob: hey man, how'd everything come out after that MRE?
Joe: terrible man, I shit a brick and the kiss of the blue dragon splashed my dick.
A phenomenon occurring in portalets when a splash of the dyed-blue water comes all the way back up and hits the user, resulting in an unpleasant sensation and often a blue stain on the affected area.
“Yo, I’m headed to use the portalet”
“Alright, don’t get bit by the Blue Dragon!”
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.