when your sleeping, passed out, knocked out, or in any way unconcious and when you wake up your weiner is wet with slobber. As you as you wake up the song "Slob on my knob like corn on the cob" starts playing. Next to radio that is playing "Slob on my knob like corn on the cob" there is small post it that says "ur knob got slobbed". The longer the slobber sits on the slobbed weiner it could create a semi-offensive odor that requires a shower. The prime suspects are in the closet gay dudes and nympho pyscho girlfriends.
Victim: Dang... i must have passed out from drinking all that zifandel and vodka. Wait...why is my weiner wet?
radio starts playing "slob on my knob like corn on the cob" with a post it right next to it that "ur knob got slobbed"
Victim: uh oh... I don't have a girlfriend and I go to an all boys school. NOOOOOO!
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.