While travel the electronic fairway of our great world, I was speaking with an Aussie and correcting a problem (to damn many aussies). The aussie not liking my answer (nuclear weapons) told me that it was a stick-tape-bogin.
I told him to stick it up him criminally fried ass and smoke it!
That duct tape you are using to hold the engine block of that torbofan jet engine together is a bit of a stivky-tape-bogin.
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.