An individual who can preform car repairs and maintenance for a fraction of the cost if those same services were done at a dealership. The Shade Tree Mechanic, more commonly known simply as "Shade Tree" is very knowledgeable of how to service most domestic vehicles manufactured before 1995. Any vehicle manufactured after 1995 and import vehicles in particular are problematic for Shade Tree; however, Shade Tree will tell you otherwise.
Shade Tree operates from his own driveway or in front of his house on the street. Ideally, the service work is preformed beneath a tree with a large canopy providing necessary shade during hot summer days hence, the title "Shade Tree."
Be advised, the Shade Tree does not possess any metric tools, uses vise-grip pliers in practically every repair situation and will require you make multiple trips to the auto parts store to replace things inadvertently damaged by the apologetic Shade Tree during the service repair process.
Most shade trees will barter and accept various forms of payment including cash, a carton of cigarettes, liquor, Wendy's or Burger King.
Joe: I need new brakes for my car but the dealership wants over $400.00
Mike: Bruh, go around the corner and holla at that Shade Tree Mechanic. He'll hook you up for a pack of squares and some Chick-fil-A.
Those perfect sunglasses that go with everything. Every outfit, every occasion, every color.
These perfect frames and lenses really make for a Jack of all Shades.
A term that describe a man named Dave that is over 40 who creeps on young woman (age 20-30). Thirty Shades of Dave will hump anything that moves.
"Hey Tyra, who is that creepy guy starring at you?"
"Oh that is Thirty Shades of Dave, my horn dog neighbor!"
"You better watch out for him... Predator!"
Very shady and slightly sensual!
Did you see how Josh made out with that guy like 5 minutes after we arrived? He is being so shadeful!
I went to the the corner liqour store and got mugged by some shade swingers in the alley.
the pair of glass being worn when someone is walking with confidence
When 6 p.m. arrived, I looked out my office window and saw my boss rocking his Oakley stunta shades as he strolled to his red Mercedes and drove off, ready to start his vacation.
To suck bad at whatever you're doing at the moment
*boy shoots a basketball and airballs*
"Damn bro you're 50 shades of ass right now! Sit on the bench!!"