The most feared of the craps possible to take that will completely annihilate your anus and any toilet you are using to the point that there is no point of existing after this shear and unholy beast of a teard.
No one has ever survived the apocolyptic and devastaional strike of the massive and utterly ownageness power of the thumper dumper code red, except for me and I live to tell the tale.
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.