Someone from God only knows where in Europe who says things like: "Hayloo, I spake in a foony voice and you can't work out where I is from, do you knoo where is the supermarket?"
"I caught a bus today and it was full of weird-smelling Europinos."
"...at the beach and there was all these Europinos washing themselves in the public toilets."
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.