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Randomly placed bottles filled with cider colored liquid found along any major highway or road. From a car traveling at high speed they appear to be bottles of unfinished apple juice, when in reality the various containers are filled with human urine.
Dedicated truck drivers who's pay load is always on time frequently slug many quarts of caffinated beverages to stay alert. As their bladder swells, the innovative road warrior then tinkles carefully in the soft drink bottle while maintaining control of a 30 Ton rig at highway speed. To make sure that there will be no mistakenly drank pee pee as fatigue sets in later on, the trucker wisely tosses the road cider from the truck and reaches for another 2 liter of Mountain hollar.
1. The condition where a weary and lonely business traveler sleeps with a woman he meets at a hotel bar.
2. The phenomenon where you sleep with a co-worker on a trip because you're out-of-town, jetlagged, and a little drunk from your business dinner.
"After five days on the road in three hotels, it was late and she seemed attractive enough. I woke up and realized, oh yeah, I was wearing my road goggles."
"She's not much to look at, but there wasn't much happening at the Hampton Inn on a Tuesday night, dude."
"Our flight was cancelled and we had dinner at the airport TGIFridays. After a plate of wings and two beers, it made sense to hook up."
It’s when you are getting/giving such good head on a motorcycle that you cause the driver or drive of a cliff.
Mourner: How did chad die?
Chad’s uncle: Red road from my sister
Mourner: His mom?
Alcohol that you store in a convenient location at the side of a road or out of public sight. This is done usually when you are told that you cannot bring your own alcohol onto a premises, and so you have to stash your remaining alcohol somewhere.
The intention is that when you leave the bar / club, you have a nice pick-me-up to keep you going well into the early hours.
The location can be marked with a stone, or the container itself contained under a bunch of stones.
Let's be honest... no-one is going to abandon good alcohol!
Guy 1: Shit! We're supposed to be at the bar, but I still have a fuck-load of alcohol to drink.
Guy 2: Fear not my friend! Grab some of them rocks over there and we'll plant some Road Booze for later!
A cigarette found alongside the road, hence the term road bogie.
George is quite a grimy fellow, as he from time to time can be seen collecting road bogies and smoking them.
A fabled legendary cess pool, found some where amidst the dark skag ridden alleys and back streets of Springbourne.
A dark hovel, in which only the foulest of beasts would take shelter, feral foul creatures like the 'Dani Hackett' could often be foud nesting in hives built from their only bodily deposits, and feeding on urine soaked chicken flesh and gone off milk.
Curzon Road suffered a particularly dark period, more commonly known as 'The Paxton Years', in which a grotesque being from beyond our very reality made a home in one of the spare chambers.
'The Paxton Years' consisted of none stop crack abuse, and urine soaked fighting, in which the main chamber or 'living room' was turned into an arena of vomit ridden debaucherous activity.
Curzon Road was also a known breeding ground for creatures such as the 'Phlally', The 'Phlally' would roost in fleshy masses, in the chambers of other creatures and lay its eggs, similar to that of the cuckoo.
There are only two known survivors that ventured into Curzon road, to study the foul creatures that nested there, the brave men are now heroes in the zooilogical world, Dr. Indieaiden Maclennan, and Professor Neo Adam Charles Cortex.
Have you ever been told the tale of the feral nest that is Curzon Road?
The act of tracing out cock veins with your tongue.
My bitch started road mapping me then I blew a load on her face.