An unwritten rule of law that compels the gut-dropper to go no more than three bouts of shitting without taking a shower. The ratio is set such to allow for illness, camping, and general dirty arsed folk.
"I'm already on my third shower of the day. I knew I shouldn't have ordered that vindaloo"
"May I quickly use your shower? I went to that Brazilian All You Can Eat last night and I need to reset the shit/shower ratio"
"You shower quit a lot"
"Yeah, I'm lactose intolerant but still eat pizza"
"Your farts stink!"
"Yeah, sorry. I really need a shit but I'm at my limit with the shit/shower ratio and can't shower until the weekend"
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.