Hym "It LITERALLY does not matter what you think is or is not my 'real identity.' What you are doing is called 'No True Scottsmen fallacy.' YOUR identity is 'a fucking retard.' Look. I don't need to read your mind to KNOW that YOU KNOW you are trying to swindle the situation. YOU KNOW you are doing that. You think that sewing doubt on what constitutes 'my identity' is going to change things and it isn't. You don't get a vote. You don't get a say. And 'no' it isn't both. As far as YOU are concerned, if I say I am a 10 foot tall purple hippopotamus... I AM."
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.