Jack: “Holy shit bro he’s been in there(bathroom) for ages”
Bennet: “Yeah he texted me that he was juice curbing, it will be a while”
Bennet: “Yeah he texted me that he was juice curbing, it will be a while”
by Taintcleanser November 24, 2021
Get the Juice Curbingmug. A male prostitute.
Becky: Did you hear that John is so poor, that he has to be a curb sack now?
Valerie: Are you fo'real?
Becky: Yea, I am.
Valerie: Ohmigod. I'm totally telling everyone.
Valerie: Are you fo'real?
Becky: Yea, I am.
Valerie: Ohmigod. I'm totally telling everyone.
by themandarin September 6, 2013
Get the Curb sackmug. when you take someones head and set them down by the curb and open there mouth than kick to smash there teeth against the curb
by baddykat6924 March 26, 2019
Get the curb smashmug. by Prof Paradox March 29, 2024
Get the curb divingmug. is the initial attraction you have when you first see a prostitute that quickly turns to dismay as you take a second look.
Ahead on the corner was a true hottie, I dropped the passenger window to get a better look, Horrified, I realized she was a he. Once again, fooled by curb appall.
by tlinget October 10, 2011
Get the Curb Appallmug. 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. by Devilishdeity July 22, 2023
Get the Curb Turkeymug.