The act of smashing a 5'5" blonde haired dancer with crooked teeth at a frat party while holding a bud light and wearing an Arthur Morganhat yelling John Marston quotes. The girl is typically an ex that wants you back but you've already gained thirty pounds of muscle that you don't even vocally answer her, your above average 6" cock does the talking.
"Bro! I saw you with your ex earlier, what happened!?" The frat bro asked. The guy replied. "Nah bro, I just wore my Arthur Morgan hat and gave her the Dirty Looch while she experienced all my new gains and beer stains on her back."
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.