when you’re riding a scooter and it hits the back of your ankles and you just wanna kermit
me:i’m gonna kermit scootercide
fat aunt karen:good no one loves you anyway you piece of shit you are a disappointment to the family you anorexic bitch
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 $2 million.