Hunziker Minute

At least two, often three minutes long

He wanted to be back in five minutes. But he didn't mention it was Hunziker minutes.

by jeffrey1985 August 25, 2022

5 Minutes Into Sunday

Verb/Noun;

You just dropped acid a hour and a half ago and you’re peaking. It’s 12:05 AM and you’re feeling at ur best. You’re 5 minutes into sunday.

“mann i feel 5 minutes into sunday rn..”

by Konqueso May 29, 2021

Yankee Minute

Something you haven’t done In 3 years or more

Wow, I haven’t had a cookout corn dog in a yankee minute

by Susie creamcheese July 16, 2023

15 Minutes

15 Minutes, 15 percent

15 Minutes 15 percent

by KanyeEast88 June 19, 2022

Digital minute

One minute and eleven seconds. A period of time, an integral number of which is used to quickly and roughly program a microwave oven. For example, 1:11, 2:22, 3.33, etc.

"Nuke it."
"How long?"
"About a digital minute." Ie. 1:11

by Red nine August 17, 2013

5 Minute Ass Bitch

Dylan is a 5 minute ass bitch

Damn bro, why are you bein a 5 minute ass bitch?

by Truthspeaker093111 April 16, 2020

2 Minutes to Midnight

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

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

by Death Menace May 16, 2023