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1.
ff
heres all the definitions for FF:

freindly fire
Fire fight
Flying fuck
Flaming Fist
Frostfire
fortissimo
focus fire
Front Wheel Drive
Forum faggot
Freedom Fries
finds funny
False Friend
Fake fuck
Foot Fucker
Fucking Fool
Fan Fiction
Final Fantasy
Front flip
fun fuck
Fucking freak
Father fucker
Fist fucking
Fat Fuck
Freshly fucked
Fatal Fury
Final Fight
Front Engine
Bob: FF!
Joe: False Friend?
bob: no
Joe: Fire fight?
bob: NO
joe: Forum faggot?
Bob: No, noob
Joe: Front flip?
Bob: wait it was the second one...
by Is this name used? August 07, 2006
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2.
A great program that lets you download viruses.

It also serves as a program to download firefox which is way better than internet explorer.

internet explorer is just really bad.

see also shit.
Bob: w00t, I’m downloading 500+ viruses a minute on internet explorer!

Jeff: Lololllolololllololollolz0rz! Inronetz explo0dr is liek fukin', shit. lolololollolololo!!!!!!1!!1!11111!!11! XD
by Is this name used? August 06, 2006
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3.
Gay pice of shit that canceled Invader Zim.

A television station run by neo nazis.

A TV channel that allways has crappy cartoons.

See also shit
Bob: nickelodeon is so fucking gay.
Joe: O RLY?
Bob: YA RLY!
Joe: NO WAI!!!
by Is this name used? August 06, 2006
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4.
What is most likely to become the next form of media. Blu Ray was developed by Sony so it will obviously be on the PS3! Some movies are already using Blu ray technology. Although Blu Ray is Currently not popular (may vary at time period of which you read this) there is still Blu Ray players available (lots of $).

Blu ray disks are basically the thing the will make DVDs obsolete. Like what DVDs did to videos. Each side oh a blu ray disk can hold 25 GB, and dual can hold 50 GB, and get this, they're making a quad-layered one with 100 GB.
Blu Ray + PS3 = lots of $ :(
by Is this name used? August 31, 2006
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5.
heres the full deal, look down lol.
The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;-- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;--
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-- here I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered-- not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never-- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite-- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-- prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted-- tell me truly, I implore--
Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?-- tell me-- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil-- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us-- by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!-- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-- nevermore!

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
by Is this name used? August 06, 2006
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6.
Darren Shans real name.

He wrote books best selling books like cirque du freak and lord loss.

See also darren shan
Bob: I'm reading one of Darren O'Shaughnessy books!
joe: wtf?
Bob: Darren shan >.>
joe: wtf?
bob: the guy the wrote cirque du freak.
joe: yeah! he pwns j00!
by Is this name used? August 06, 2006
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7.
Usually said in multi player grand theft auto or “multi theft auto” or mta.

Refers to people getting constant kills by doing a drive by.
Because the players are in a vehicle doing drive bys they can’t be killed as easy, and because of sub machine guns high firing rate and high power it allows players to kill more easily.

Drive by noobs are most commonly found on motor cycles because motor cycles allow them to shoot at their left right and front, as opposed to being in the car where you can only shoot left and right.

Some times people refer to these people as DB noobs.
{CW}henerykill got killed by tehDBn00bz0r
{CW}henerykill: z0mg, fucking DB n00b
tonymontona73 got killed by tehDBn00bz0r
tonymontona73: WTF, Drive by noob!
liquid_ocelot got killed by tehDBn00bz0r
liquid_ocelot: !report tehDBn00bz0r, drive by noob!
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