i tried inviting sergei out for drinks with me and the gang but he coldly looked at me and replied "fucks you" with misery written all over his face. what a miserable, angry russian.
where you take a girl by her pussy lips, sqeeze em together with a pair of vice grips, hold her off the ground by her hair and a piece of rope, shove a sword down her throat and say " what would you do for a klondike bar bitch!"
Man, I gave sally an angry russian suffocating hell slap and i have never heard her scream so loud since.
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.