Where an unknown person comes sprinting behind you, pulls down your pants, has rapid sex with you for 5 seconds, pulls your pants back up, and jumps through your window and runs away.
this random guy came through my back door and ding dongdashed me before i even noticed.
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.