The kind of poo that has a taffy-like consistency. It takes gernerous amounts of time, energy, and willpower to release this stretchy, elongated, demon-of-a-shit, which usually results in serious injury, possibly death. The bearer of the poo will never be laughing before, during, or after said poop, hence the name the No-Laffy Taffy.
Dude - "Bro, last night, I crapped out some No-Laffy Taffy."
Bro - "Sorry to hear that dude. You must have had a bad night after that, man, shit."
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.