At such time that one is sitting on the toilet with profuse anal leakage, it becomes necessary to lift from the seat, whirl around, and evacuate stomach contents.
Dude, I got so drunk last night that I got the whirlies when I was on the can this morning!
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.