When a feminine hygiene product is shot out of a menstrating ham wallet with such force that it splatters upon impact leaving a mark made of uterine lining resembling a psychiatrist’s ink blotter test.
I don’t know why Karen wore a skirt in gym while she was on her period but, when she got pegged in her belly by the dodge ball Tommy threw, she shot a TAMPEDO onto the floor so hard that it left a plates sized crater on the basketball court and we all kept discussing what it looked like as if we were taking the Rorschach ink blot test.
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.