The bruise you notice on your upper arm(s) in the morning after a drinking binge with friends. Comes from said drunken friends poking you in the arm repeatedly whilst trying to get your attention.
Dickie: HEY DJ (poking arm), check out that Raider touch down!
DJ: Dammit Dickie, now I'm gonna wake up tomorrow with another damnable HEY BRUISE!
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.