Alcohol in ether, used as an inhalant to become incredibly drunk for a number of minutes, followed by sobriety.
"Here, take a hit of this minute moonshine."
"Sure." *Stumbles around and does stupid shit*
-Five minutes later-
"How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good. Sober now, though."
"Sure." *Stumbles around and does stupid shit*
-Five minutes later-
"How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good. Sober now, though."
by Poiven March 16, 2012
Get the Minute Moonshinemug. <.7.9.7.6.>Interruption Artistry starts At 9.26 Seconds 5 Minutes, Do Not Fuse Return Of Investment, Monetary Wise & Time Lapses, Start Interrupting<.7.9.7.6.>
<.7.9.7.6.>Interruption Artistry starts At 9.26 Seconds 5 Minutes, Do Not Fuse Return Of Investment, Monetary Wise & Time Lapses, Start Interrupting<.7.9.7.6.>
by IPromiseToDoWhatIPromised May 27, 2025
Get the <.7.9.7.6.>Interruption Artistry starts At 9.26 Seconds 5 Minutes, Do Not Fuse Return Of Investment, Monetary Wise & Time Lapses, Start Interrupting<.7.9.7.6.>mug. by Veganhulk August 9, 2022
Get the Warm minutemug. To take something meant to keep you partying all night long, go it hard as fuck for 3 minutes and proceed to pass out for 4 hours while still wearing training wheels. Can also include finishing a dj set and in the final 3 minutes proceed to pass out by face planting on the turntables.
Potter popped, and 3 minutes later asked for a quiet place to sleep because he would wake up when it kicked in. 4 hours later he woke up still wearing his training wheels. Man that dude knows how to rock out a 3 minute rage.
by boater brigade April 14, 2008
Get the 3 minute ragemug. by Weuh11 August 10, 2022
Get the 2 minutesmug. 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.
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.
by Konqueso May 29, 2021
Get the 5 Minutes Into Sundaymug. 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.