You haven't scored until the knickers are off. Beware, Young Horndogs. Once in a while a girl will invite you up 'for a coffee' and you think you are in. Who knows why, there could be a hundred different reasons why, but she doesn't want you to stay the night. Defeat has snatched Vitory from your jaws. It happens, albeit rarely. Repent, reflect, get over it. If you call her again is up to you...
What the fuck. I met this chick on Saturday night and we got a taxi back to her place. After about a half an hour she said she was going to bed and that I should order a taxi home. I was gobsmacked. Just goes to show you: "you haven't scored until the knickers are off".
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.