tom tucker: «you know his type, they’re all guilty»
mort goldman: «well, what type is that?»
tom tucker: «hes one of them plain lippys, you know no moustache like a normal person. prancing around with his naked lip for all the world to see.»
peter griffin: «sir! you are talking to a plain lippy»
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.