Dr. Jellyfingers is more myth than man. He single-handedly floats the GC Caseys with the vast amount of old crow whiskey he purchases and then snorts. He enjoys building shit out of pallets and has probably slept with your sister. His K/D is higher than yours.
If you're reading this, Dr. Jellyfingers is probably your father.
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.