Rob: Why is there vaseline in your glove box?
Roy: I use it at stop lights.
Rob: Use it for what?
Roy: I got a spare couple of minutes, might as well spend it by Helping the Hairless Hound Steal the Nuts from the Withered Old Man by the Stinkhole.
Rob: Is that supposed to mean jerking off.
Roy: If you want to be crude about it, then yes, you fucking cunt.
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.