When I female (or in some rarer and less desirable situations a male) performs too much oral sex in a single evening or event, that their breath may begin to resemble the smell of wieners, becoming a terrible turn off for all sexualities of individuals.
That bitch must've got around on everyone last night, cuz once she got to me she was reaking of wienerbreath.
Also known as "winter breath," to go along with summer teeth
Nelson: "That girl has some real winner breath"
Tyler: "Huh?"
Nelson: "Winner breath hits your face, it smells like dead porpoises"
Tyler: "Ugh! That's terrible"
Nelson: "Winner breath hits your face, it smells like hot garbage"
One who has breath that smells like wiener. It's not hot-dog breath, it smells like a ballsack. If you've got wienerbreath, You've had some balls in your mouth.
Timmy: "Agghhh, what's that smell?"
Johnny: "Ummm, I don't know."
Me: "Timmy, I think Johnny's got wienerbreath."
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.