"Pimp #1: Sorry ma nizzle, but this nigga's got a large Sex Traffic list; get to ya lata, nigga." "Pimp #2: Aww shit, why does HE always get Sex Traffic?
Due to the bridge strengthening work required on a Yorkshire stretch of the A1, motorists are often queued for a long period of time outside the Pontefract branch of the chain sex shop, Pulse & Cocktails, making it easier to peruse and judge the shoppers on their purchases as they leave, and discuss what sordid activities they’ll be partaking in with your fellow passengers.
“I got stuck in the Pontefract Sex Shop Traffic Jam, and spotted Jeff from work coming out of the store with a 15-inch double-ended black mamba, three butt-plugs and some cling film. Must be going to Sharon’s house for a Hot Lunch.”
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.