Straining on the toilet to release an over-sized piece of crap causing you to exclaim "wraaaaaauuuugh" (meaning "Mommmmy!" in Kashykk-speak); when the offending fecal matter is finally released and inspected before flushing, it is covered in ripped out butt-hairs.
From the WC: "Wraaaaaauuuuuugh!!!!"
Joe: "Hey, is that Bob in there?"
Betsy: "Oh, yeah, sounds like he is Harboring a Wookie again...maybe he needs a laxative?"
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.