Utterly annihilated out of your mind drunk. Well past the point of losing inhibition, past becoming surly, and well beyond any sense of tact so that virtually everything you say is offensive and leaves you with your foot it in your mouth.
So unbelievably drunk, in fact, that you become capable of screaming "this is why peoplekill the Kennedys" to Bobby Kennedy III at a party in Brooklyn.
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.