When someone takes some shit you left on the curb and replaces it with lesser quality shit of their own.
Bill: "Dude, I put my old armchair on the curb last night and this morning found a love seat! WTF?"
Marv: "You got curb traded my friend."
When you stop your car in a thick patch of fog and run ahead of the headlights until you vanish into the night.
Jay: Dude. Stop the car.
Dusty: In the middle of the road?
Jay: I have to Fog Run.
Dusty: You trippin'.