When someone tries to disparage you or blame you for something that their lil-ass-fucked brain is prided by it's most common envy-balanced wicked figure, you would prefer stay stoned by their ant-sucked mind and say "yadadadadadadadad" for the green-eyed orcas to let yourself down by their envy!
Valancy : Personally, I don’t see why you decided to go on for the competition. It is extremely true that you don't have any self-respect for life!
Jacey : Oh!!! Damn! Swish the shit!
Valancy : But you always eats junkies and tells yourself a ugly-willed and imperfect pissflaps! And other do say you are a moronic clumsy pig!
*stoned*
Jacey : Yadadadadadadadad!!!!! (Someone please show this dumbbitch a brain that doesn't matter whether it's rotten or not! Cuz in reality, she has no idea what is BRAIN!)
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.