When you pound a girls ass from behind and you nut in her filling her up with your man chowda. You instantly pull out your peck and start tounge punching her beat up fart box.
That girl is walking bull legged. She probably got a Dirty Ramon lastnight. Man im craving clam chowder.
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.