The amount of fucks you give when your girl leaves you, and takes the dog, truck, credit cards, and house keys, with her.
Good luck getting out of that one, buddy. Better hope you’re still on yo mama’s good side...
You: You know what, take yo money, i don’t need it. I don’t give a fuck anymore.
Your crazy ass gf: you will in a minute. You’ll care a whole ass geometric fuckton. Yk what, gimme my credit cards. Yea, the debit too. And while we’re at it, I want my keys back- to the house AND the car.
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.