Redneck woman: "It was pandelerium! I thought we'd be killed or even worse. I looked out the window in time to see the chicken's coop go right over our roof! All I could think was, Caroline still has my casserole dish!"
"It was pandelerium! We could have been killed or worse! And all I could think while Carol's house flew over mine was 'She still has my casserole dish!!'"
A word made popular by a crazy old englishman with nothing better to do with his time than to make up stupid words in hopes of looking smarter than he actually is.
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.