When you are heading down south to eat out a girl, pull her panties down and find a greasy hot mess of thick noodle like jungle bush that smells of garlic, chili, and chives.
Bro, you took that chick josephinehome last night, did you eat it good?
Nah, she only had Singapore Noodles on the menu and they smelled rank.
AH FUCK THATS GROSS. You should have just ate her ass instead.
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.