Blur + Willy Wonka

(1:54 PM) Ron: what the hell is this RACKET?
(1:55 PM) Kevin: Blur
(1:55 PM) Ron: huh
(1:55 PM) Kevin: You dont know this song?
(1:55 PM) Ron: no
(1:55 PM) Kevin: It's a huge single
(1:55 PM) Kevin: Girls who like boys who like boys who are girls
(1:55 PM) Ron: I don't know it
(1:55 PM) Ron: oh maybe when the chorus comes
(1:55 PM) Ron: right
(1:55 PM) Ron: I know it
(1:55 PM) Kevin: Great tune
(1:55 PM) Kevin: they are great
(1:55 PM) Kevin: I'm not saying this to be a dick
(1:56 PM) Kevin: but they are fucking 10000000 times better than oaisis
(1:56 PM) Ron: They eat crumbs from the inside of my jockey shorts
(1:56 PM) Kevin: as do I
(1:56 PM) Ron: I don't care what you think about Oasis
(1:56 PM) Ron: don't really give 100 shits
(1:56 PM) Kevin: somehow your body warmth makes those crumbs scrumdiddlyumptious
(1:56 PM) Kevin: so fucked up
(1:56 PM) Ron: take it down a notch
(1:56 PM) Kevin: I was all Willy Wonka up in this joint for a minute
(1:57 PM) Ron: not sure I understand what you mean - you were a poor orphan boy on a tour of a chocolate factory?
(1:59 PM) Kevin: Have you ever seen that movie?
(2:00 PM) Ron: no
(2:00 PM) Kevin: It's all about a dude who's got a crazy factory
(2:00 PM) Kevin: and a crazy mouth to go with it
(2:00 PM) Ron: I've read the book mr. dunce cap
(2:00 PM) Kevin: I'm gonna put a crazy mouth on a crazy part of your body
(2:00 PM) Ron: Willy Wonka is the kid isn't it?
(2:00 PM) Kevin: You have obviously NEVER read the book
(2:01 PM) Kevin: The kid's name is Charlie Bucket
(2:01 PM) Ron: In the book I read he was Willy Wonka - and they went to the shore for a holiday and watched whales
(2:01 PM) Kevin: And he had brain cancer, and lived in a trailer, and was perpetually drunk on rum
(2:02 PM) Ron: I wrote the prequel. . .WIlly Wonka is a Poor Orphan (and his Holiday at the Sea)
(2:03 PM) Kevin: And I wrote the sequel - The Burial of Willy Wonka (The drunk, cancerous orphan from the trailer park)
(2:03 PM) Ron: Gonna bury your ass before you die
(2:03 PM) Kevin: gonna sustain myself on the crumbs in your jockey shorts in the event of a nuclear holocaust
(2:04 PM) Ron: too fucking much
(2:04 PM) Ron: H3r3's a n3w comput3r game: shut the fuck up
(2:05 PM) Ron: Let me see if Kevin is available - I need to chop off his ass and bury it in the new Yankee Stadium