A drinking game centered around the contemporary classic sitcom Friends.
Participants are recommend to use a lower-percentage drink (i.e. lager or cider), and while watching an episode of Friends, each participant must continuously swig their drink (chug) while Ross is on screen. The game lasts for the first eight minutes of the episode, hence "Eight Minutes of Ross."
Participants must drink regardless of how much of Ross is on screen. Even if just his elbow or the top of his head is on screen, participants must drink.
Participants are recommend to use a lower-percentage drink (i.e. lager or cider), and while watching an episode of Friends, each participant must continuously swig their drink (chug) while Ross is on screen. The game lasts for the first eight minutes of the episode, hence "Eight Minutes of Ross."
Participants must drink regardless of how much of Ross is on screen. Even if just his elbow or the top of his head is on screen, participants must drink.
A: Do you know any drinking games?
B: Erm, do you know Eight Minutes of Ross?
A: I love Eight Minutes of Ross, I couldn't stand up the last time I played that!
B: Erm, do you know Eight Minutes of Ross?
A: I love Eight Minutes of Ross, I couldn't stand up the last time I played that!
by Szam May 18, 2011
Get the eight minutes of rossmug. A game commonly played by one person, usually an emo person. In this game, someone goes into a closet, and waits until they reach an out of body experience. A 3rd step could be added where you summon a demon.
Person 1: Dude I played 7 minutes in the spirit realm. It was not easy.
Person 2: It's easier with weed.
Person 2: It's easier with weed.
by Razorclaw the crab May 28, 2019
Get the 7 minutes in the spirit realm.mug. by jkram72 August 17, 2012
Get the amish minutemug. by Susie creamcheese July 16, 2023
Get the Yankee Minutemug. by AnonymousDudeLolOk June 3, 2021
Get the Wait a minute something ain’t rightmug. by Truthspeaker093111 April 16, 2020
Get the 5 Minute Ass Bitchmug. Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out!
We'll show the unbelievers"
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah
As the reasons for the carnage cut
Their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine
And feed it with our babies
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
But we don't need a reason
The golden goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The blind men shout, "Let the creatures out!
We'll show the unbelievers"
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime-time Belsen feast, yeah
As the reasons for the carnage cut
Their meat and lick the gravy
We oil the jaws of the war machine
And feed it with our babies
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little rags
Of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
To put the finger right on you
As the mad men play on words
And make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions
To make a better kind of gun
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
The body bags and little rags
Of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
To put the finger right on you
As the mad men play on words
And make us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions
To make a better kind of gun
The killer's breed or the demon's seed
The glamour, the fortune, the pain
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight
Midnight
Midnight
It's all night
Midnight, all night
by Death Menace May 16, 2023
Get the 2 Minutes to Midnightmug.