Running buddies; people you hang out with, go to concerts with and in general, cause mayhem with. Good friends you can count on to head off on a road trip at the last minute.

A gay biker gang in Florida. Mostly composed of white males who have yet to come out of the closet.

Friends who hangout all the time; also defined as a road dawg; also known as "runin patna"

The origin of the term rawdawg goes way back to the good ole days of the late 90's from Ellijay, GA, the apple capital of Georgia and gateway to the Appalachian foothills of North Georgia. The very first use of the word started as a compliment so as to say to someone when greeting them, "What's up rawdawg?" or "Hey rawdawg, how's it hangin'?" This initial use transformed immediately when it turned to the year 2000. As the clock struck midnight and the year 2000 started rawdawg all of a sudden meant a style of fornication which involves everything that normal fornication involves except for the condom. The condom is just left out of the equation alltogether. So, for instance, if you or someone you know is "rawdawgin' it" that means that person is pretty much "doin' her in the butt, no rubber." But, however, not necessarily in the butt. It could be the cooter and that's just fine. Gay people do not count, so, therefore cannot rawdawg. This protects hederosexuals from being charged as homosextionals in that if I said "Hey Matt, me and Daniel are at the bar just rawdawgin' it right now, why don't you come over?" Since gay people cannot rawdawg, there is no way that I am fornucklating with Daniel, this sentence simply means we are just sitting at the bar having a grand time.

So as the time went by, the word began to spread to South Georgia and there began a rawdawg explosion in Statesboro, GA. See, the word began to no longer mean what it had in the past. The per...

An American Motorcycle Association motorcycle club

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