The Perfect Storm is created whenever many activities that individually would cause one to shit are combined into one ridiculous brew. A Perfect Storm could be created after a heavy night of drinking when someone decides they want to eat taco bell, smoke lots of cigarettes, drink a venti coffee, and then go on a long walk. The Perfect Storm is normally an emergency situation.
Guy 1: 'What the hell bro!'
Guy 2: 'What?'
Guy 1: 'i just realized that I have the Perfect Storm brewin"
Guy 2: 'bummmer man. your goose is cooked. this long walk has led us an hour away from a decent toilet.'
When an individual sits down on the toilet and anticipates a "no wipe" condition. In doing so they flush the toilet as the bowl exits the colon and in a brief maneuver they stand up and exit the room, often in the amount of time it takes just to just take a leak.
Shit man that was fast!!! Dude I had the perfect storm....yea I just dropped one...NO WAY
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.