“As dawn approached, there were less than twenty moving bodies in the camp. One of the Jokers I’d been talking to earlier had become fascinated with the word ‘shunt.’ It caught his ear when i referred to them having been ‘shunted off’ to a bad campsite. He repeated the word with a grin, then went off to play with it for a while. Several hours later i heard him urge another Joker: ‘Say, man, let’s go into town and shunt somebody.’ By four in the morning the word had grown like a tumor in his consciousness and he wandered around the fire, buttonholing people and asking, ‘What would you do if I said I was gonna shunt you?’ Or asking, ‘Say, man, can you lend me some shunt until morning? I’m hurtin.’ Then he would laugh distractedly and stagger off toward the remains of the beer mountain, which by that time was built almost entirely of empties. Now and then one of the outlaws, unable to find a full can, would fly into a rage and start kicking the empties in all directions until somebody came to help him.”

-A great little anecdote from Hunter S. Thompson’s ‘Hell’s Angels’