You know those brownies your room mate made for you after you ate all their food? How you devoured them? How you now can't get off the toilet? Exactly.
*sights special brownies* *Nom* *gurgle* *runs to bathroom* *not seen again for three days*
Fred: "Hey, Shaggy?"
Shaggy: "Yes?"
Fred:"Can I have one of your special brownies?"
Shaggy: "Sure."
Fred: *munches it*
Also Fred:*starts sweating*
Fred again: "Shaggy this isn't weed"
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.