![]() The site’s creator, Josh Levine, did not respond to an interview request. The origins of Zombocom are shrouded in mystery. You literally can’t do anything at Zombocom, and that’s precisely how it sets you free. “Anything at all! The only limit is yourself!” “You can do anything at Zombocom!” says the voice. But only now, returning to the site two decades later, do I grasp Zombocom’s deeply existential wisdom. When I first visited Zombocom, in early 2000, I thought it deftly captured the era’s bland techno-exuberance and self-indulgent animated intros. “The unattainable is unknown at Zombocom!” “The infinite is possible at Zombocom!” says the voice in an accent precisely halfway between Sidney Poitier and Darth Vader. The site does nothing but display a blinking pinwheel accompanied by a deep voice confidently telling you how awesome it is. Zombocom’s superiority lies in its simplicity. The pinnacle of cyberspace, it turns out, was attained in late 1999 with the launch of a website called Zombocom. It's not your position for Tony to do anything other than to fu*k off back from when whence he came.įunny you should say that.Some human endeavors peak early before a long decline: commercial airline travel, the Ramones discography, eating a large stack of pancakes. It might be a very, very SMALL gun, but it still works. Especially when Dry Eye and his henchman, Tony pay her a visit. Michael's wife, Rosalind, is a resourceful lady. You were lost long before Barry White walked in. Am I in the bath with Barry White fingering my missus?īe quiet, Brown. If you wanna be naughty, what happened to a little smoke and a poke and a glass of wine? Some Barry White, candles around the bath and put your finger in the missus? Ray takes the opportunity to teach these drug-raddled idiots a few lessons in what being naughty USED to mean before Heroin came along and ruined everything. I know where you went to school, I know who your parents are and I know you'll. How d'ya know my name? How the fu*k does he know my name? before you get yourself into more trouble. Power Noel is a druggie who's harbouring Laura, the "teeny sort of spunk funk fu*k-pot." But he's seriously underestimated Ray and his two henchmen. You should get yourself one of these, boss. Michael has called upon one of the aristocratic families whose home he's converted into a cannabis factory. No sooner do I entertain Matthew's offer to buy me out and reject Dry Eye's offer, does one of my farms get raided.ĭoesn't feel like a coincidence, does it? He and his wife are cynical of it being pure coincidence. One of Michael's rural marijuana farms has been raided. The only thing you can wet is your underpants, son. You got your mouthwash muddled up with cat p*ss. It's a good, old-fashioned c*ck-off, Raymond.Ĭoach (Farrell) is in a burger joint, waiting for his food and minding his own business when some local wannabe gangsters come in and start causing trouble.ĭon't stand near me, son. Oh fu*king no, they're like a pair of old doggies, sniffing round one another's intellectual a**holes. They're not really talking about clothes, Raymond. For every look, there is a season and for every season, a strategy. I believe a sense of ownership is vital in every aspect of life, perhaps never more so than when it comes to wardrobe. Well, you also seem to understand the significance of a proper attire. Oh, I like to make a splash whenever possible. Snuck that one right by me didn't you, you naughty little girl. Now I understand why you're seated at the head of the table. Matthew has made a sizeable charitable donation to his aristocratic hosts, much to Michael's surprise and embarrassment. Oh, well, thank God you're not greedy Fletcher, you deluded, sh*t-eating c*nt. Yeah but I would argue that you're lucky because that is nothing compare to what I could, and perhaps should, be asking. we just went from a hundred and fifty thousand pounds to twenty million. the lot, AND a modest little screenplay I wrote all by myself. If you would be so kind as to furnish me with twenty million British pounds, I will give you everything memory cards, contact sheets, recordings. I SHOULD STAB YOU WITH THAT FU*KING ROLLING PIN!įor a sleazy free-lance photographer with absolutely no idea just how deep he's getting, Fletcher has got some serious cojones. Ray returns home from a hard day at work to find Fletcher sitting in his massive kitchen, drinking his vintage whiskey and ready to make a deal. Personal History of David Copperfield, The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay Adventures of Priscilla: Queen of The Desert, TheĪnd Now for Something Completely DifferentĪustin Powers: International Man of Mystery ![]()
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