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The female equivalent of road head. A play on the word road rash, but often involving less blood, unless that's what you're into.
I gave (insert female name here) the best road gash on the way home from the movies last night. She was swirving so much she got pulled over
lame street away from everything...its in the country...in marion township....behind birchaven
''township road 212''
A road gnat is a driver who fluctuates speed so extremely that they are neither possible to pass nor cruise behind. They spend most of their time in the left lane, however they are also often found in the blind spot of cars attempting to pass.
Many blame road gnats on Obama and global warming. However, there is evidence that road gnats have existed dating back to the invention of the car phone in 1942.
I should have been there an hour ago, but I got stuck behind a road gnat with some serious road rage.
When someone hits it and leaves you for dead
Laid out like road kill after that dick down
An old, hag looking, ghetto weave that sits awkwardly on top of the head . Road Kill weaves don't move or flow, they stay stuck in one position like a crooked
postage stamp.
You'll know when you see a weave that has entered Road Kill stage because it looks like a car that needs a front end alignment (which is exactly the problem with a Road Kill weave: it needs to be realigned).
One of the most ridiculous looking Road Kill weaves are blond because it is the most unnatural looking model of Roadkill.
Also called a Davey Crooked.
Why does that stripper's weave look so menacing like a Hunter's wall ornament?
Oh, she's new and just started making money, so she'll probably lose the Road Kill by her next shift.
n. loud bubbly person, who quieted down a bit – Why so shy, Road Kill?
life of the party, funny dude, used to be funnier, clown– Road Kill knows what he has to do to get attention
broken libido, doesn’t stick to his agenda, dull, residuals, don't like that look in his eye – Hey, Road Kill, are you SURE you’re ok?
someone who gets ripped apart and doesn’t fight back, or doesn't fight back in the right direction – Hey, Road Kill, wake up and smell the coffee… hint, hint… you’re getting torn apart
a mixed-up panda that eats shrubs – Hey, Road Kill, I wouldn’t trust those guys with my bamboo or my twigs
a cuddly polar bear that is more wicked than you – Hey, Road Kill, seals, fish, or slushy?
“Dude, Road Kill, was HILARIOUS tonight. Does Road Kill need a ride? No worries, he’ll take a cab”
“ ‘Hey, Molly, your husband’s clothes fit funny girl. Do you want to get some of this loving?’
‘You bet your ass I do. It’s my dead ass husband that’s Road Kill not me.’
‘You ready to step into the jungle?’
‘Aw, man, you know I see you. Yeah, I’m looking right at you. You, the Road Kill, I see you. You’re freaking me? You like to watch? How does this make you feel?’ “
The act of sprinting across the platform as soon as the doors of your train open in order to get onto the train on the opposite side of the platform before it's doors close. Named after Finchley Road underground station in London, UK, where the Metropolitan and Jubilee lines are on either side of the platform.
Sorry I'm late, had to do a Finchley Road Sprint but I didn't make it to the other side so I had to wait for another one.