The gut-wrenching shout that is made after being impaled with a common, everyday, Native American Tomahawk.
"Hey guys did you see Julie at the mall today? She had a nice ass"
"No, I must have missed her or something"
"FWAAAH!"
"Dude! what the fuck!? I didn't even know they made tomahawks anymore!"
"Me either! and i don't have medical insurance! i'm fucked!
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.