Chief of Operations who occasionally partakes in fucknuterie, but friends generallyallow it due to his blatant disregard for other's response to his thrusts of homosexuality, which he imposes on most any "next man".
Son: Mother what is that guy doing to "next man"
Mother: Son don't point! You don't El Souch to violate your bum.
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.