Drip coffee and ham sauce.

So first there was this:



And then there was this:



Now, who the hell would I be to disappoint?





(Yeah, I'm aware that Spencer is the one who ends up in the actual Lederhosen, sorry. The universe's need for a cartoon of Brendon Urie in Lederhosen just felt worth the artistic liberty.)

( And this is what the inside of my head looks like right now. )

Oh, and-

1. If you're totally over this shit and would like a little less spam on your flist, just let me know. Total amnesty, no hard feelings, I'll just take you off the filter. ♥

2. On the other hand, if you think this shit is supermegafoxyawesomehot and want to bare witness to a version of anything (or everything, including the bigger stuff) that isn't some lameass teeny-weenie LJ image, again, lemme know. I can just email them to you or something. This especially goes for those people whose, uh, original material is being viciously abused here by me and my apparent newfound penchant for creative liberty. I'm just posting under a filter so I don't make the civilians on my flist hate me, I pretty much don't care if my stuff gets reposted, just so long as you credit and let me know so I can go and bask in the epic validation this provides.
Holy shit, guys, 70 fucking comments on that first one? ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

...I need to get off my ass and make a website or something already. For serious.

Princess Brendon hates you and hopes you die.



And by 'you' he means everybody who isn't finding him pants.





Those individuals chiefly responsible for this?

Yeah.

You guys. Raise your hands so we can see you.

Tell me...

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BRAIN?