a ficticious tiny mammal living in the northern regions of britain.
Harnessing a thick black mane, he is able to move undetected in the night when he goes in search of a mate.
Tubs has no preferences when spotting a potential partner and will settle for the first female specimen his eyes detect.
A shy creature, this little mammal surfaces during the rainy season, to go in search of smoke, cheesy puffs and two litre bottles of cola.
The cola has gone missing, most likely you have an infestation with tubs.
You find something sleeping in your bed, with a bag full of cheesy puffs you may want to call in the professionals.
Under no circumstances should you feed after midnight, as it will keep on eating.
(Didn't actually happen)I'm window shopping at a Wal-mart i come across a brunette haired woman with a well endowed bussom who's wearing a cleavage-bearing shirt, in the magazine section looking at magazines, me:those are some nice tubs you got yourself there m'am, woman:i beg your pardon?!?!, me:"tubs" it's my word for a chick with a big rack...."like you" woman:(slap's me in my face and call's me a perverted asshole"said it while she slapped my face" and in a hastily&miffed manner walks away with her cart)
Elaine: the mum with the extreme fondness of tupperware and who washes out take-away chinese tubs to keep even, though she already has a lifetime supply of tubs.