by Rainey4 May 06, 2017
(Also see closely related "Rockasilly"). A person who dresses in the Greaser, Rockabilly, or 50's style but is not actively involved in hot rodding or motorcycling.
Rolled up jeans, lucky 13 apparel, wifebeater tank tops. Tattoos of: swallows, spark plugs, anchors, nautical stars. Slicked back, or pompadour hair style. May own a Gretsch guitar, smoke lucky strikes, and drink Pabst Blue Robbon beer. Where a hard "c" is required, curb rebels use a "k" instead, as in "kulture".
To be a CURB REBEL you have all or some of the obove, but you DO NOT have a legitimate hot rod or motorcycle.
To be a CURB REBEL you have all or some of the obove, but you DO NOT have a legitimate hot rod or motorcycle.
by Mark Oberg February 19, 2011
"look at the curb alert" due to the fact that the only way someone will want them is if they are on the curb for free.
by Vermcat August 31, 2023
A female roadman. Tomboy. They're athletic, chill with mandem. Often seen wearing black Airforce 1, eyelash extensions. Enjoys vaping or smoking joints on electric scooters.
by Sausagero11 September 08, 2022
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 25, 2021
by True Polish princess August 18, 2018
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 30, 2025