queencoco
Chatty Member
Recap of thread 24 
The last thread was kicked off with Eden raging about how someone (
) told red bull that she had a deal with them, when in fact she was telling a big fat lie. I mean, why wouldn’t they want to work with someone who claims their product gives them the shakes, tells people not to drink it and had a brand deal with another energy drink company?
Since thread one, tattlers have DREAMED of the day that Eagle attends her first wedding with her boyfriend/fiance. Tattlers care about this kind of stuff, ya know? This is what trolls do, I’m sorry! I apologise, but I’m just shamelessly a troll!
Anyway, enough of the Don Carla quotes. In case Eden’s weird little stans needed some tips, here’s how to make someone else’s wedding day allllllll about you:
She should write a book, publishing date May 3022.
In an eventful trip to Tesco, we had Lloyd climbing up shelves, Eden having some kind of breakdown then being fine 5 seconds later, Eden fondling Lloyd’s arse crack, a self diagnosis of low iron, a little lightheadedness, and a fall into a nasty granny’s trolly. The trolley is now in intensive care and the granny is in therapy. Please send love and prayers.
The UK’s most prominent mental health advocate/not a mental health advocate/never claimed to be a mental health advocate/mental health advocate when it suits her, did an interview with dr Alex George, an actual mental health advocate. She then swiftly made a joke about dementia. Ahhhh foghorn, when willlll you learn.
Yes yes people
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shoutout to @tequila.no.salt for a post that will go down in tattle HISTORY. We found out that Little Lloyd wears little shoe boosters in his little shoes! Clip clop clip clop! 
Next up was another clout chasers meeting at London in the sky. Sitting in a seat with his legs dangling isn’t an unfamiliar feeling for little Lloyd, but this time he took the edge off by taking some and gurning his saggy man tits off. I couldn’t work out what was higher - the seats, Lloyd or Lloyd’s high heels.
Reality hit when Eden realised she’s skint and had just blown £700 on a hotel room. After a quick filmed piss and a quick over share about stuffing her skiddy knickers with tissue, she sent Lloyd Sonny Karenson Hulme down to complain. Once the person on the front desk realised who they were dealing with (two tramps), they realised that they were not the type of people that they would want staying in the hotel, and the £700 was back in Eden’s bank account quicker than you can say bedroom empire.
The next day Lloyd took us on another riveting trip to the supermarket. No Lloyd, we don’t want to see how aggressively you eat an ice cream, there is absolutely nothing aggressive about wearing women’s sunglasses to Iceland.
Eagle confirmed that she doesn’t pay her parents a penny and slagged off renters AGAIN. The thing is with lying Eden, is that you have got to remember what you have said for it to be believable!
Can a trip be a surprise if your fella books it on your credit card? Not sure on that one. After Lloyd broke the toilet with his emetephobia chicken wing squits, a quick getaway was in order. It’s lucky these pair are used to staying in an absolute shit tip, because their airbnb isn’t much better. Mattress on the floor and someone else’s swimming shorts hanging up. Lloyd made sure he packed his Xbox, but forgot to pack Eden’s fake bum pads.
As you were trolls.
The last thread was kicked off with Eden raging about how someone (
) told red bull that she had a deal with them, when in fact she was telling a big fat lie. I mean, why wouldn’t they want to work with someone who claims their product gives them the shakes, tells people not to drink it and had a brand deal with another energy drink company? Since thread one, tattlers have DREAMED of the day that Eagle attends her first wedding with her boyfriend/fiance. Tattlers care about this kind of stuff, ya know? This is what trolls do, I’m sorry! I apologise, but I’m just shamelessly a troll!
Anyway, enough of the Don Carla quotes. In case Eden’s weird little stans needed some tips, here’s how to make someone else’s wedding day allllllll about you:
- Post a pointless montage of you and your mother talking about attending the wedding of a person she has never met
- Wear all black. You’ll stand out!
- Get your man in a polo shirt from baby GAP. Very smart! Both your outfits will get people talking!
- Disappear from the wedding for an hour because of your anxiety. Attention will be firmly on you!
- Get DJ PartTime on the decks. Loiter behind him like a big Rottweiler. All eyes on you.
She should write a book, publishing date May 3022.
In an eventful trip to Tesco, we had Lloyd climbing up shelves, Eden having some kind of breakdown then being fine 5 seconds later, Eden fondling Lloyd’s arse crack, a self diagnosis of low iron, a little lightheadedness, and a fall into a nasty granny’s trolly. The trolley is now in intensive care and the granny is in therapy. Please send love and prayers.
The UK’s most prominent mental health advocate/not a mental health advocate/never claimed to be a mental health advocate/mental health advocate when it suits her, did an interview with dr Alex George, an actual mental health advocate. She then swiftly made a joke about dementia. Ahhhh foghorn, when willlll you learn.
Yes yes people
🧑 shoutout to @tequila.no.salt for a post that will go down in tattle HISTORY. We found out that Little Lloyd wears little shoe boosters in his little shoes! Clip clop clip clop! Next up was another clout chasers meeting at London in the sky. Sitting in a seat with his legs dangling isn’t an unfamiliar feeling for little Lloyd, but this time he took the edge off by taking some
and gurning his saggy man tits off. I couldn’t work out what was higher - the seats, Lloyd or Lloyd’s high heels. Reality hit when Eden realised she’s skint and had just blown £700 on a hotel room. After a quick filmed piss and a quick over share about stuffing her skiddy knickers with tissue, she sent Lloyd Sonny Karenson Hulme down to complain. Once the person on the front desk realised who they were dealing with (two tramps), they realised that they were not the type of people that they would want staying in the hotel, and the £700 was back in Eden’s bank account quicker than you can say bedroom empire.
The next day Lloyd took us on another riveting trip to the supermarket. No Lloyd, we don’t want to see how aggressively you eat an ice cream, there is absolutely nothing aggressive about wearing women’s sunglasses to Iceland.
Eagle confirmed that she doesn’t pay her parents a penny and slagged off renters AGAIN. The thing is with lying Eden, is that you have got to remember what you have said for it to be believable!
Can a trip be a surprise if your fella books it on your credit card? Not sure on that one. After Lloyd broke the toilet with his emetephobia chicken wing squits, a quick getaway was in order. It’s lucky these pair are used to staying in an absolute shit tip, because their airbnb isn’t much better. Mattress on the floor and someone else’s swimming shorts hanging up. Lloyd made sure he packed his Xbox, but forgot to pack Eden’s fake bum pads.
As you were trolls.
