(noun) Short for Barbarians
A Barb is what every boy grows up wanting to be. It is a brothership, a fellowship of warriors who fight for the pride of Oak Bay, The Pacific North West, Canada or even planet Earth.
They begin their larval stage as what is known as a "Baby Barb" (Scientific name: Barbs.next). A small creature that looks just like the average young man but inside holds a mystic power that if released, is unstoppable. Even by God himself.
At a special moment in the life of a "Baby Barb" a magical thing happens. A small sunburned troll known as a Murray (Müh-R¯ee) selects them to evolve into their second stage: The Junior Barb. While being a Junior Barb may present many advantages to the young warrior, it is no comparison to the power and freedom of true Barbdome. It is also in this stage where the Barb begins to ingest its power-fuels: Alchohal (known among the Barbs merely as "Djuknek"), Marijuana and Pussy.
Finally, after 2 years (One year if the Barb specimen developes early) the Barb begins to grow, and also begins to notice a rage growing inside of him that can only be tamed by the ritualistic act of "fucking people up". This act completes the process of Barbamorphasis. Once attaining the Barb status, one has the freedom to do nearly anything they can imagine. Examples include: Beating the fuck out of the elusive "Second Floor Kids", getting nearly any piece of pussy they wish, super strength, and there have even been several reports of civilians seeing Barbs flying through the air.
Once Barbulated, the specimens will begin to communicate in the exclusive language known only as Huttinglish, an advanced form of chanting that has the ability to gain followings of upwards to 100 people. This ability is magnified by the ritualistic ingestion of the Barb power fuels (Pussy, Marijuana and Alcohal).
Barbs are more than a Rugby team. They are a dream. They are the culmination of all that is good and all that is evil bundled into one. They are...
-Extension-Being a Barb is in no way releted to "being one of the Barbs"
Mere Mortal: Don't look at me. I am not worthy.
Barb: Hutty Hutty
Barb 2: Hutty Hutty
Barb 3: Yeah Budday!
Kid: Shut up Barbs are trash.
Barb 1, 2 and 3: Sorry it had to be like this.
Mother: You killed my baby!
Barb 1, 2 and 3: It'll be alright. You're hot.
Mother: Huh? (penetrated) OH OH OH!!!!
Barb 1, 2 and 3: Hutty hutty boys (bring kid back to life)