Wow. There's really no excuse why I'm only now finding out about this.

Naked Peek-A-Boo is not a song...it's a movement. Here's the equation...Travie + William + The Butcher + a jug of sangria + a room at The Jupiter in Portland + raging hormones = Naked Peek-A-Boo.

These boys. ♥ I got nothin'.

So there's that FoE video where Brendon rocks the hell out of an acoustic bass guitar on Lying Is the Most Fun... and Pete comments that it's all like the time he flew out to see Panic! way in the beginning, which alone would be warming my heart for, I don't know, a week, but then Ryan has to go and say "I can't believe you signed us" and Pete's ( Read more... )

So. I was going to post some, y'know, content. As one sometimes maybe ought to strive to do when one has a livejournal. But... look, it's not my fault that I'm easily excitable and filled with glee and my idea of content is a link with the helpful words "OH LOOK AT THE SHINY."

This is my favorite gigantic FOB picspam EVER today. Mostly it's the ( Read more... )