When a woman's clitoral lips are so beatin' and battered that they start to turn a purplish brown color and wrinkle to the point that they look like a pile of thick cut lunch meat that has sat in the sun for a week or so; also tends to resemble the meat in smell
James thought that giving girls head was terrible, but that was because he could only pay hookers for sex and he had been chewin' on rotten meat mounds.
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.