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“You’re sick of feeling numb and I can tell you that you’re not the only one…” Brendon whispered to the older, yet more feminine boy sitting to the left of him. He loved this boy; he loved Ryan with all his heart. He’d turn off the moon and pull the stars from the sky just to see him smile, everything he did, his whole entity, was for him. Ryan looked up at Brendon, his eyes were red from the tears he’d been crying and his face was splotchy; white lines ran from the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks, marking the path where those tears ran. “But… Brendon… It’s so hard, everything&#

Once upon a time, Spencer Smith was wearing a speedo. He did not like his extremely tight and pink speedo because it might prevent him from having future children with Jon Walker and everyone knows that pink is the color of evil unless you can manage to ward off that evil, but that’s a completely different story. “This is why we don’t accept gifts from obsessed fangirls!” Spencer shouted at Brendon Urie, the man responsible for his current misfortune. Brendon was scarily and impossibly close to tears and giving Spencer the biggest puppy eyes he has ever seen, well, ever. That’s when our favorite lyrist/guitarist Ryan

One day, Brendon Urie woke up.... and he had boobs. "What the?" he muttered, looking into the mirror while pushing them left, right and centre. "Cool". Brendon walked out of his room, his red t-shirt barely fitting his chest. Ryan was at the kitchen table, sipping coffee when he noticed Brendon. He did a double-take and spat hot brown liquid everywhere. "Brendon, what the fuck?!" Brendon shrugged. "I.... don't know. I just woke up this morning and I had these!" He shook his chest from side to side, emphasizing his point. Or rather, points. Ryan stood, eyes never leaving the lumps under Brendons shirt. "Are you sure they're real?"

Well, hes's not bleeding on the dressing room floor Just for the attention, 'Cause that's just ridiculous....ly on. Well, he sure is gonna get it, Here's the setting: Crappy magazines line the walls, now, The walls line the Brendon Urie Have some composure Where is your posture? Oh, no, no! You're -perverted thoughts here- -perverted thoughts here- All wrong Have some compsure, Where is your posture? Oh, no, no. You're -perverted thoughts here- -perverted thoughts here- All wrong Give me lube and, give me condoms, give me your attention Give me lube, give me condoms, baby, give me a break When I say "Rydon", y

How To Annoy Brendon Urie... 1. Tell him high altitudes are no excuse for bad vocals. 2. Call him a virgin. 3. Tell him you know what Ryan and him did last night. 4. Ask him if he was the butch or the bitch last night. 5. Tell him that he's over compensating for something with that huge acoustic bass guitar of his. 6. When he denies the above accusation, say, "That's not what Ryan saaaaaid." 7. Tell him that Ryan went public with their relationship and watch him freak out. 8. Walk by and mutter something about "...stupid Mormons...." 9. Tell him D&D sucks. 10. Steal his glasses. When he gets mad, say he looks better with contacts an