No, that's just holding something.

The hell is wrong with you?

Well, that guy is just holding two bottles, yet you insist he's two-fisting the bottles. I'm just assuming you say "fist" instead of "hold".

Well if you're just HOLDING them, then yeah, that's holding them. But if you've got two and you're drinking them, that's two-fisting.

It only works with beverages.

Oh, hm. Now I look like an idiot. Carry on two-fisting then.

In context, it still makes me laugh XD

I usually have incredibly vivid dreams, often to the point of tasting things in my dreams.

Today was no different in which I dreamed about a coach trip and making a stop on the way to buy pokemon platinum and a spongebob game for no apparent reason. The rest of the dream consisted to me switching between playing the two games until we arrived at our destination and I woke up.

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IT'S TEA TIME!

I've never seen so many people confused by "two-fisting." Guns, drinks, hoagies, women, all two-fistable.

Last vivid dream I had was a semi-recurring one, maybe just a recurring theme. I dream often about Terminators, as they are pretty much my one sci-fi weird fear. Love the movies, scare the crap out of me though. So I dream I'm in a spaceship of some sort, playing live-action Counter Strike. As in I'm running and gunning, etc. People are dropping in through the ceiling, grenades everywhere, fun. Then the lights go out, and its flashlight/pistol combo all day. I've never had a dream where things went dark like this before. Plus, the flashlight seemed to be dying, so it just made things super visceral and creepy. All of a sudden the lights kick back on, Arnold rolls in (and he's on my side, thankfully,) I realize one of my teammates is Christian Bale, and I know its about to get ugly.

What follows is a fight between Arnold, myself, a T-800 and a Hunter Killer. Arnold tells me to man this grenade launcher, which looks like a cross between a lawn mower, a leaf blower, and an airboat. So I shoot a couple of grenades, blow up the HK, and get ready to waste the Terminator. But of course the machine dies as the thing is charging me. As it dies, it somehow turns into a flamethrower(?) and I light the Terminator on fire and take off running. What follows next is a desperate attempt to escape on my part, running down hundreds of dimly corridors, through doors, etc. I have flashbacks of Kyle Reese running away from a Terminator, so I might have been Kyle in the dream. Anyway, I'm hoping that Arnold will show up soon, but to no avail. I reach the end of the hallway, and all doors or locked. And I wake up.

That was a crazy dream for sure.

And by "so many" he means "one".

Congrats Comm, you were his first

For those who don't know, "two-fisting" means to drink the contents of two bottles, one in each hand.

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I don't remember the details of my dream last night, but I was the vice-president of Russia.

Yeah.

I think we covered that already. But since the term "fisting" has another (more humorous) meaning, innuendos are bound to be made.

By idiots.

If you want to get that opinionated, I think "two fisting" anything is pointless and dumb, and trying to think of a "cool name" for it doesn't change the fact.

I don't know. Two-fisting Pepsi in he shower is one of the greatest stories ever.

You're still an idiot.