That feeling you get after drinking so much that get sick and then try to convince your wife that you vomited because you ate spicy food; a hangover tainted by shame and rage.
Ashley: I told you to switch to seltzer! But no, you had to keep up with the boys. No wonder you spent the night praying to the porcelain god.
Brett (feeling Kavanauseous): Shut up! I only got sick because you made me eat that srirachi mayo shit!
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.