Ever Since I Left a Trail of Butthurt, Rick-Rolled Snowflakes.. I've Been Paranoid :(

[Eddy Munny]

I dunno what it is. I know I should be exhilarated in the wake of my latest conquest, but I'm not. I can't seem to sleep. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder. This rick-rolling game isn't for the faint of heart.

I dunno how to proceed, feeling like retaliation awaits around every corner. I break into cold sweats clicking on seemingly innocuous threads, fearing that Rick Astley could seamlessly swoop in from the shadows and start fat-girl dancing on my precious time.

This is how Tupac must have felt in his waning days, knowing well that he was on borrowed time.

Advice?

[Eddy Munny]

Oh c'mon you inconsiderate bastards, you'll chime in and tell Big Bear what color stripes you prefer on your tube socks but I can't get any life advice on how to cope with post-success trauma?

[Eddy Munny]

See that's the thing about being the king of the mountain. Everyone lusts after your throne.

Heavy is the head and all that jazz....

[Eddy Munny]

All these buffoons I rick-rolled are angry with me now and attacking me from myriad of angles in multiple threads.

Pray for me, SBR.

[funnyb25]

Get um!

[5mike5]

Saloon

[Eddy Munny]

Saloon

Saw your mom at the saloon, in her usual satin & lace getup, soliciting another poker table full of heathens in an attempt to lure them to her hayloft. A consummate professional, that tramp.

[Big Bear]

Saw your mom at the saloon, in her usual satin & lace getup, soliciting another poker table full of heathens in an attempt to lure them to her hayloft. A consummate professional, that tramp.