A creature of myth, thought to have maybe existed in the far past. It is widely agreed that this creature has gone extinct, and is now nothing more than a legend.
Stupid bitch: Don't you have a will to live?
Reasonable person: My will to live? Don't be stupid, no such thing exist. Gimme death.
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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 $2million.