Clurb
It's where you start out at a club, and end up on a curb. They usually feature a lot of drunk white girls that think they can dance to Latin music and shitty dubstep remixes of songs that were bad to begin with being blasted at volumes that are downright unhealthy. If you go to a clurb, you are looking to get wasted and hook up, because you couldn't possibly be looking to have a conversation with a girl when you can't even hear yourself screaming at top volume over the beat of that ratchet rap song that nobody quite understands the lyrics to, but tries to sing anyway. Side effects include aids, missing organs, liver dysfunction, loss of hearing, loss of judgement, loss of dignity, loss of virginity, and hangovers that will have you calling in sick for weeks. That is, if your boss still hasn't seen all of your wasted selfies and poorly lit nudes on Snapchat, and you still have a job.
"Hey Vinny, are your ears still ringing from the clurb last night?"
"WHAT?
I'M SORRY I CANT HEAR YOU I THINK IM DEAF. ALSO, HAVE YOU SEEN MY WALLET?"
"WHAT?
I'M SORRY I CANT HEAR YOU I THINK IM DEAF. ALSO, HAVE YOU SEEN MY WALLET?"
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