Mysterious beings that remove items for possible repurpose from one’s curb the day before trash day.
Place that old coffee table out tonight. The curb fairies will snag it long before the trash man comes tomorrow.
by RouseMeNot February 22, 2022
Get the Curb Fairiesmug. Curb monkey is a female and sometimes males that uses the opposite sex for rides on their motorcycle, they desperately troll the Internet looking for guys to post that they are going for a ride then wait curbside with their bandana, Harley tank top and leather boot for the guy to show up.
Travis posted on Facebook that he was going for a ride, stopped at the bar for a bite to eat and beverage and the curb monkeys were lined up.
by Marion Morrison May 16, 2016
Get the Curb monkeymug. To leave. To bounce. To get the hell out of there. Commonly used when leaving somewhere to go outside. (Verb)
Hey bro, this funeral blows, let's hit the curb. We can decide what we want to do once we are outside but the vibes are not fun in here.
by Slang2000_B_Good June 12, 2024
Get the Hit the curbmug. When a female. (She/He) is so drunk that she rules the curbs of the street. Nobody else may sit. She and she only may enjoy the uncomfortableness and sit in solitude.
by Santoasts August 13, 2017
Get the Curbed Queenmug. by tirtle January 30, 2017
Get the curbing Urbanmug. by Devilishdeity July 22, 2023
Get the Curb Turkeymug. Curb Hermits (noun) —
A subspecies of urban cryptid known for their sacred ritual of chain-smoking Marlboros on the same section of curb every day like it’s their personal throne of apathy.
These nicotine-powered philosophers emerge from unknown crevices at odd hours to contemplate life, loudly overshare trauma, and yell “you got a light?” at passing pigeons. Their natural enemies include: showers, employment, and any form of productive behavior.
Found primarily outside gas stations, 24-hour liquor stores, and anywhere weed smells like regret, Curb Hermits operate on a strict diet of American Spirits, Monster Energy, and unmedicated chaos.
Do not approach unless you’re offering a cigarette, gossip, or existential despair.
A subspecies of urban cryptid known for their sacred ritual of chain-smoking Marlboros on the same section of curb every day like it’s their personal throne of apathy.
These nicotine-powered philosophers emerge from unknown crevices at odd hours to contemplate life, loudly overshare trauma, and yell “you got a light?” at passing pigeons. Their natural enemies include: showers, employment, and any form of productive behavior.
Found primarily outside gas stations, 24-hour liquor stores, and anywhere weed smells like regret, Curb Hermits operate on a strict diet of American Spirits, Monster Energy, and unmedicated chaos.
Do not approach unless you’re offering a cigarette, gossip, or existential despair.
In the wild:
“Bro, don’t make eye contact with the Curb Hermits outside 7-Eleven. One of them asked me what year it was and then tried to sell me a dreamcatcher made of gum wrappers.”
“Bro, don’t make eye contact with the Curb Hermits outside 7-Eleven. One of them asked me what year it was and then tried to sell me a dreamcatcher made of gum wrappers.”
by Heyitspatt May 29, 2025
Get the Curb Hermitsmug.