The most horrible thing you can have in your life, like do you think I chose to be the big homo? No. Did you choose to be straight? Also no. Fucking bullshit.
Mom I’m gay Where have we gone wrong?!
Oh why must I have homophobic parents?
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.