When one goes to a farmers market or large supermarket with the intention of buying large quantities of long, skinny, withered looking cheap carrots. The soul intention of this purchase is not to make a stew or soup, but to place the carrots up one's rectum for self pleasure. Each carrot needs to be placed in the garbage after one use, hence why large quantities are purchased.
"Hey Stuart whats with that large bag of carrots you have just bought?. Are you making a lovely carrot soup this evening?"
"No Steve, these carrots are not of a high quality, so soup is out of the question. I have bought these to I can insert them in my bottom"
"Ohh I see, I must remember to get some Arse Carrots myself when I am next at the Supermarket"
For when a footprint isn't big enough. We don't have kinds, we don't care about yours, and we aren't going to live for ever. Disregard for the environment to an extent no longer covered by 'Carbon Footprint'. Also: Carbon Ass Groove (US)
Every light in the house has to be on? Are you working on your CarbonArse Groove?
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.