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Founded at Lafayette College, the object of the event is for every participant to finish their full beer, socially, in two minutes. This is a social event that encourages large groups of people to continually drink more beer at different intervals of the night. The game is started by loudly announcing "TWOO MINUTESSS!" at the appropriate time in a party. Those who know about two minutes then echo the cheer and all proceed to grab a beer and gather outside the party. A proper announcement of the group size (males and females), along with the number of beers in the group, and the time (two minutes) will be announced and the event will commence with one person keeping time.
Remember: It's social.
-Do you think its time for a "2-minute social beer chug"?
- YEP! Twoooo minutessssssss!!!
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When a woman says 2 minutes is too much
Pov:me trying to find a girl that thinks 2 minutes is enough
Gimme 2 minutes
The translation in parts controller terms 1 minute is equal to several other phone calls, conversations and general larking around, which usually equates to between 30 minutes and not at all.
Gimme 2 minutes and I'll call you back
Man 1-Is he already done with his lip, he put it in like two minutes ago. Is he a 2 minute dipper?
Man 2-Yeah he's done because he is a Jake Tappen
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb
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