"Yo, Frankie! Did you get a look at that broad? I know you'd like to Italian roast her someday, am I fuckin' right?"
"Nah, sausage head, not with your garlic breath. Why don't you go shave your fuckin' back before coming on to me. At least take me out for cannoli first."
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.