The most pompous little brat to ever grace the pages of children's literature. Preaches the importance of looking beyond a person's surface characteristics but verbally eviscerates the aviator, who, understandably, is more concerned by the fact that he'll die of thirst if he doesn't find water soon than whether a rock has as much value as a human life. If you want to piss him off, just say something like "money is what makes the world go round," or piss in a rose bed or some shit, or leave a bunch of volcanoes uncleaned.
Example I. "The Little Prince who asked me so many questions never seemed hear the ones I asked him."
Joe: "Hey man, just got back from Butchard 's Gardens. Never guess what I saw?"
Terry: "What, bro? A total babe sniffing the roses or something?"
Joe: "Nah, man. Walked past the roses and there was this kid with his dick halfway in one of them."
Terry: "Fuck off, man. That's just the Little Prince - everyone knows about him where I'm from. Just spray him with a garden hose and he'll be on his merry way.
Joe: "Oh, I didn't have to. A snake came out of nowhere and now he'd dead, LMAO."
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.