A piece of shit who thought she was a 10 in college when she was really more like a 6. She now fills in the void of her loneliness caused by her lack of male validation with cats.
Her loneliness is almost always a product being a bitch who would complain about a dudes height being under 6 foot. Ironically, they themselves would happen to be 5’2 180 and try to cover their gut with high waisted sweatpants and hoodies.
5’2 180lb Cat Collector: “OMG I wouldn’t go near a guy under 6 foot.”
Absolute king: “Fuck that, boys we leaving her to become a cat collector when she older.”
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.