Well done to myself @BirkenheadTranny for the winning thread suggestion 
We head into thread 202 still awaiting the birth of the second coming, but the end is in sight. One clever troll came on and told us she's booked in for her section on the 18th. The medical professionals did want to bring it forward to the 13th due to the GD but as its nan in the windows funeral on the 15th, Kate has chosen to attend that rather than ensure the safe delivery of her newest little earner š«¶ #fukdemkidz
As if having a baby isn't stressful enough, Truff and doormat decided to remodel their bedroom, selling all their gifted tat in the process. The handmade blackout curtains which where surely spun with pure gold judging by their value being in the region of 'thousands of pounds', where advertised for an eye watering Ā£275. Which seemed quite a fair price for these deluxe curtains until a top troll unearthed a post from way back when confirming the curtains where gifted. The silly sausage
After being teased with snippets of the new bedroom the last few days, much to our glee, we where finally presented with the bedroom reveal. And what an anticlimax that was š« DIY daddy has clearly been on one with his mitre saw and has panelled the room into oblivion, whipping up wardrobes that reach right to the windowsill and a media wall with a 19 inch telly swimming within it because they don't have a living room. The soft furnishings are from the 'olive' range, they have a plastic olive tree plonked at the side of the bed and a huge mirror resting against a radiator just waiting to shatter when exposed to drastic heat changes #dreamy
Hopefully the Clampets will start getting the house organised now with it being such a tit tip rather than Kate arsing around doing her #mummaglam which includes trowelling 38 layers of orange foundation on and posting self obsessed pics to the gram #skinisskinning #notevenaparis
bore off you unpalatable toad and go and take the Halloween deccies down off your front door 
As this is the week nan in the window takes her final journey it seem only right that I include the beautiful eulogy penned by our very own @BettyBeau
Goodbye, Nanna June
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
Up against the window pane
Truff crawled out of the woodwork
And Olaff whispered into your brain (murder)
They set you on the back of Mats bike
And they made you change your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like the Nan in the window
Never knowing who to cling to
When Truff came stomping in
And I would've liked to known you
But I was just a Troll
Your gifted candle burned out long before Truffs ever did (cause hers is the best)
Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Wirral created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Truff still hounded you for likes
All the Trolls had to say
Was that poor Mez, was found without her back wiper blade.
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like Nan in the window
Never knowing who to cling to
When Truff came stomping in
And I would've liked to known you
But I was just a Troll
Your gifted candle burned out long before
Truffs ever did
Goodbye, Nana June
We head into thread 202 still awaiting the birth of the second coming, but the end is in sight. One clever troll came on and told us she's booked in for her section on the 18th. The medical professionals did want to bring it forward to the 13th due to the GD but as its nan in the windows funeral on the 15th, Kate has chosen to attend that rather than ensure the safe delivery of her newest little earner š«¶ #fukdemkidz
As if having a baby isn't stressful enough, Truff and doormat decided to remodel their bedroom, selling all their gifted tat in the process. The handmade blackout curtains which where surely spun with pure gold judging by their value being in the region of 'thousands of pounds', where advertised for an eye watering Ā£275. Which seemed quite a fair price for these deluxe curtains until a top troll unearthed a post from way back when confirming the curtains where gifted. The silly sausage
After being teased with snippets of the new bedroom the last few days, much to our glee, we where finally presented with the bedroom reveal. And what an anticlimax that was š« DIY daddy has clearly been on one with his mitre saw and has panelled the room into oblivion, whipping up wardrobes that reach right to the windowsill and a media wall with a 19 inch telly swimming within it because they don't have a living room. The soft furnishings are from the 'olive' range, they have a plastic olive tree plonked at the side of the bed and a huge mirror resting against a radiator just waiting to shatter when exposed to drastic heat changes #dreamy
Hopefully the Clampets will start getting the house organised now with it being such a tit tip rather than Kate arsing around doing her #mummaglam which includes trowelling 38 layers of orange foundation on and posting self obsessed pics to the gram #skinisskinning #notevenaparis
bore off you unpalatable toad and go and take the Halloween deccies down off your front door As this is the week nan in the window takes her final journey it seem only right that I include the beautiful eulogy penned by our very own @BettyBeau
Goodbye, Nanna June
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
Up against the window pane
Truff crawled out of the woodwork
And Olaff whispered into your brain (murder)
They set you on the back of Mats bike
And they made you change your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like the Nan in the window
Never knowing who to cling to
When Truff came stomping in
And I would've liked to known you
But I was just a Troll
Your gifted candle burned out long before Truffs ever did (cause hers is the best)
Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Wirral created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Truff still hounded you for likes
All the Trolls had to say
Was that poor Mez, was found without her back wiper blade.
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like Nan in the window
Never knowing who to cling to
When Truff came stomping in
And I would've liked to known you
But I was just a Troll
Your gifted candle burned out long before
Truffs ever did
Goodbye, Nana June
.. more like VON 
itās much worse looking
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