What in the fuck? You see what I mean about people being obsessed with fat meaty cocks? You see it right? You tought it was me but, really, it's you, innit? That's why I'm so popular. That's why I'm so prominent. I pander to your genetic superiority beliefs and now I'm technically and literally one of the greatest writers of all time. All because you're all stupid filth pigs who love massive shlongers. See how fucking stupid reality is?
Hym "Look at that! Look at the MLK giant curved penis statue! You love it! Big fat cocks! That's what you're all about. You fucking disgust me."
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.