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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.
Guy: Have you seen Tayshaun's dating that new curb chick...Amber...she's James' dealer!
When you’re so constipated you start squirting shit juice.
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”
Possibly a music collective of all time. Autistic stimming type beat. Famous songs: Lean on tha J
do you listen to curb collective
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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.
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.”
Someone who takes up two parking spaces on a residential street
Man I was trying to park after a long day but got thwarted by all these curb hoarders