by omega9999 December 14, 2003

by philologue August 14, 2011

The 5 minute rule is a term used usually by overtly cocky men to explain how they can make a woman orgasm in under 5 minutes by going down on them.
This 5 minute rule is usually used along with bets made from both parties. These bets are almost 100% of the time won by the woman, because their male partners are just so ridiculously wrong.
On rare occasion though, some woman will feel the benefits of the 5 minute rule.
This term is also commonly used in text messages like the following:
"5 in 3 minutes. Bathroom. Be there"
This 5 minute rule is usually used along with bets made from both parties. These bets are almost 100% of the time won by the woman, because their male partners are just so ridiculously wrong.
On rare occasion though, some woman will feel the benefits of the 5 minute rule.
This term is also commonly used in text messages like the following:
"5 in 3 minutes. Bathroom. Be there"
"oh look at that, it's the 5th day of the 5th month. the 5 minute rule is about to be put to use. Get ready."
by Get it. May 7, 2009

1. An undefined amoutnt of time. Could be much longer or shorter than a minute because of the dynamics of city life.
2. Timed difficulty mode of Max Payne
2. Timed difficulty mode of Max Payne
by Just zis guy, you know? December 11, 2003

by Name Brand Korean May 28, 2018

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

"John and I are the biggest 45 minute friends of all time!"
"I know you guys are so friendly in English but never talk to each other in the hallway."
"I know you guys are so friendly in English but never talk to each other in the hallway."
by ROcktheCashback February 9, 2012
