While deployed to Afghanistan and bored one day, a fellow service member and myself were arguing about whether there was ever a female Hulk. I argued there was not, he argued there was "in the comic book". Since I'm not gay and never read comic books, he had me in check. So I changed subjects and was talking about how jacked in the gym I had gotten while deployed and I made the statement (What came to mind next was triggered by our earlier Hulk conversation) "When I get back home on vacation, I'm going to....Hulk Fuck the shit out of some chick."
Dude, I'm so fucking built up lately, next bitch I land, I'm gonna' Hulk Fuck the shit out of her.
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.