The act of melting three specific fruits, freezing them, melting them again, freezing them once more, throwing them off a cliff, scavenging the shards of frozen fruit that fell from the cliff, rubbing them against a tree, then shoving every shard up their lover's rear all at once.
"Oh baby gimme some Subterranean BathSoap right now I need it"
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.