A piece of "off-color" music dat celebrates da crude practice of wolf-whistling so hard when a skimpily-clad chick walks by dat she actually feels da wind-blast from your whooshy admiring-vocalization on her bare butt.
If J.S. Bach heard "what they did to his song" --- i.e., da bawdy "Air On The G-string" butcher-job on his famous and clean-themed "Orchestral Suite No. 3 in D major" --- he'd so totally be turning over in his grave!
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.