So I’m going to admit something here that I’m sure will cause me to be the outcast of my peers and the scorn of my grandma, should she be reading (jesus, grandma, I hope you’re not reading this stuff): I have never experienced road head. Since we’re admitting things here, I guess I should also clear up the possible lingering question — I have also never given road head.“Handy,” yes, road head no. Am I proud? No, but my life isn’t over — I’m sure my love of trashy women will score me something or other in the years ahead.So why all the unfettered honesty in a fine family publication such as this? Well, I’ve just seen the finest short film on road head currently in existence (I think, at least, but then, shameful admission #2: I haven’t done as much research on the subject as I should have). In fact, it’s such a definitive short film on the topic that it’s actually called “Road Head.” And get this: it’s a psychological thriller.
If that doesn’t grab you by the balls (or … lady balls … I guess), perhaps you don’t deserve road head. In any sense of the phrase. I’d say the film is SFW, but then I guess it depends on where you work, doesn’t it, padre? (Some priest totally got his mind blown right now)
