A girl I used to work with at SilverCity whose ass was so big we called her couch ass, or sofa ass. Ahe had an ass you could sit on. We could never get by her at the candy bar, and always had to go all the way around the other way because her couch ass took up the entire aisle.
Couch ass was stocking the fridges with Gatorade, and I nearly sat on her, pulled her arm, and reclined on her like a La-Z-Boy.
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.