Frank Really Had Evan Say Trust Me In The Live Performances Of Young And Doomed. We Let Him Play Us Like

Frank really had Evan say “trust me” in the live performances of Young and Doomed. We let him play us like the cheap kazoos we are.

SAY IT WITH ME EVERYBODY:

RAY TORO IS GOD

RAY TORO IS GOD

RAY TORO IS GOD

R A Y T O R O I S G O D

R A Y T O R O I S G O D

RAY TORO IS GOD

I can speak on behalf of the band. I can say this is one of the most fun times I’ve had on this band playing live so…

Yes sir

-Thank you guys so much for being here and making it err a very special night. With all these cameras here, nobody will-will forget this anytime soon so er-

We’re panic at the disco, and this is gonna be our last song and it’s a ❤️ song *partially aggressive tambourine* and I wanna see a lotta ❤️ in the crowd, I wanna see some 🤗, some 💋, and ya know✌️and great things like that and we hope to see you very soon and err well, have a happy Saturday night this song’s called mad as 🐰.

*tambourine stops*

*instrumental introduction*

*tambourine begins again this time there’s a more noticeable aggression from Brendon whilst playing. However, he stops playing the tambourine as suddenly a burning desire to see if a tambourine would make a good hat overwhelms him and he decides to put it on his head. It turns out that it isn’t as good as being a hat as he initially thought takes it off his head and continues playing as if that whole scenario didn’t just happen. *

Come save me *proceeds to slap tambourine on his magnificent forehead* from walking off a window sill Or I’ll sleep in the rain Don’t you remember when I was a bird And you were a map

And now he drags down miles in America Briefcase in hand The stove is creeping up his spine again Can’t get enough traaash

He took the days for pageant Became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits And who could ask for anymore? Yeah, who could have more?

Come on Chicago!!

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree Preached the devil in the belfry He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved At the train station.

He took the days for pageant And became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits Who could ask for anymore? Who could have moreeeeee I love you so much!!!! *shouts something also*

*instumental*

There you go.

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep fell to a cheap crowd So stay asleep and put on that cursive type You know we live in a toy

WHOO- You know that Paul Cates Bought himself a trumpet from the Salvation Army But there ain’t no sunshine in his song

We must

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

REINVENT LOVE

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

i know now that i can’t listen to danger days when i drive because the first note of any song off that album activates my fight-or-flight and i’ll be overcome with the urge to crash into the nearest military arsenal and streak naked through the desert screaming at the top of my lungs

the losers club as things i saw, heard, or said in the past week

bill: what do you want to be in twenty years

ben: a library

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all seven, in unison: *chanting “kill it!” repeatedly with absolutely no explanation as to why*

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richie: i just *clenches fist in front of face dramatically* don’t want to

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eddie: i mean… that sounds pretty gay

richie: you sound pretty gay

mike: literally both of you are gay

eddie: wow we get it you’re straight

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stan: *drops pencil and stares at it* i fucking hate existing

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mike: *crying over a picture of a chicken wearing a hat*

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beverly, in response to the co-chairman of the committee calling her his assistant: we both know i’m in charge here, fuckin’ pussy

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bill: *makes eye contact with richie across the classroom*

richie, with no emotion on his face: *starts sliding his phone into his mouth*

bill, under his breath: what the fuck is wrong with you

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ben: i woke up in the middle of the night panicking about my sixteenth birthday

ben: it took fifteen minutes before i remembered that i’m already eighteen

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bill: i’m a lover, not a fighter

beverly: you punched me in the tit this morning

bill: well you shouldn’t have fucking touched my muffin

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eddie: good news, after some help from the teacher, i figured out how to solve the problem on my quiz

eddie: bad news, i needed help because i was so tired that i forgot how division works

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richie: does anything make you happy

stan: sometimes i think about going to your funeral

stan: never fails to make me smile

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mike: *starts playing flappy bird in class*

richie: WHAT THE FUCK IT’S 2018

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beverly: *shows up twenty minutes late wearing a panda onesie and holding a milkshake*

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all seven: *telling weird stories about their families*

mike: my dad wrestled a shark once

stan: explain

mike: he was on a boat

stan: that doesn’t help

Ryan Ross is clearly the moon cause he went through several phases and then disappeared