the art of bending one over the knuckles (the things that hold the train togather) of a stopped train and screweing the shit out of them and finishing before the train takes off and kills you.
pam was looking good at work today so after work we went to the bar and ended up knuckle fucking.
Going opposing traffic with lights and sirens whilst the oncoming traffic does not pull to the right and stops directly in front of you with a deer and a head lights look.
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.