Overkill killer!

[foxxcub]

Let's not discuss wank anymore. Let's also not discuss how my day started off sad and ended sad and then went up a little from sad with this and new Office (!!).

Instead, let us discuss things that make us not sad. Like boys. In bands. Who are dorks.

I call this my Ode via YouTube:

Brendon Urie is your perfect Idiot Boyfriend, and while The Butcher can serenade you with Alicia Keys, Guy Ripley's True Things will always prove that Ryland's the better guitar player (sorry, Chiz). Jon smells like Christmas and thinks flying at 550 miles an hour is pretty freaky and that Panic's kinda shitty live, and although Spencer tries to curb Jon's swearing, it's really nothing compared to the reminiscing of thick, sweaty underwear. William really doesn't think the internet's for porn, and Frank just thinks that's adorable. Patrick loves his Honda Civic, but fangirls who crave slash kind of scare him.

In conclusion, I really, really, really LOVE THESE GUYS SO MUCH.


Y/Y?

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I AGREE 1000000000000%. PANIC GSF MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER.