Ole boy, drives a tractor trailer all day (sun up-sun down)
Always has a sore buttocks.
Constantly looking for workers on his farm but more importantly someone to rub his big fat ass!
Claims his ass looks like rigotta cheese wrapped tight in a plastic bag.
Claims his ass looks a pickle that’s been stepped on by a football team with cleats on.
Doesn’t like having them little cellulose bubbles in his ass and wants a good rub down.
That big bastard on the tractor is a Big Ole Bad AssBob the Cattle Rustler! His ass must be sore!
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.