It’s when you get a can of beans and heated up in Mach 10 and land in a African village (preferablly ookagawlahawsha) and shove it up the local gay mans ass (can opener is already up there) and pull it out and throw it in a cathedral and the citizens run and you go and retrieve and it is brain.
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.