by UToobDotCom June 8, 2011

Jackson: dude, my butthole is sweltering
Jarret: yea dude, my dick feels like i left it in an oven overnight
observer: sounds like you're two dudes baking
Jarret: yea dude, my dick feels like i left it in an oven overnight
observer: sounds like you're two dudes baking
by dickface mctasterson May 25, 2011

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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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 madmen 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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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
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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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 madmen 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
Two minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
Two 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 confused cajun man February 3, 2021

A simple alcoholic cocktail made from roughly 50:50 proportions of carbonated soft drink and cheap cask wine (otherwise known as goon). Typically this is done to mitigate the taste of the wine.
Goes down easy and makes you queasy. Except for fruity lexia, which makes you sexier.
Goes down easy and makes you queasy. Except for fruity lexia, which makes you sexier.
Christ, this goon's rough. Bloody get some of that Sprite or whatever shit the kids are drinking and lets mix up some one-two punch.
by Anis Payne May 22, 2018

by CallmeWrex October 17, 2020

JOE: That new employee Tommy doesn't get anything done but sit around and play with his Tablet all day
BOB: Yeeup hes a two minute noodle...but hey that way we pay him minimum wage just to collect the trolleys.
BOB: Yeeup hes a two minute noodle...but hey that way we pay him minimum wage just to collect the trolleys.
by Pol Pothead May 30, 2014

by Jabraunski July 23, 2021
