The game is afoot in the search for the young music fan who dropped her purse into a portable toilet during last weekend's Leeds festival and then spent over twenty harrowing minutes trapped within its horrific confines after sticking both arms into the bowl in a daring if ill-conceived rescue attempt. While the press has only identified her as "Charlotte,", a more casual moniker has been assigned to her.
She has been dubbed Poo Girl on numerous Internet groups set up in about her ordeal, while a variety of Poo Girl merchandise has quickly sprung up, including caps, hoodies, T-shirts, mugs and stickers.I hope they find her soon! Who wouldn't want a piece of all that action?
This is one of those whats in it vs whats is worth doing to get it back debates. I'm torn because I've never lost my purse, keys, wallet etc but I also wretch just thinking about doing what this girl did. I'm jump onto the subway tracks before jumping in a toilet.
Happened to me once.
It's like she fell into a giant ladybag. Only worse?
Medium Brown Bag.
A turd in hand is worth two in the loo.
Things You Are Never Getting Back, So The Second They Leave, You Had Better Resign Yourself To It:
--That cute beaded bolero jacket the bitchy coatcheck girl eyed when you arrived;
--The contact lens currently airborne and 18 feet away from you;
--Your virginity and guilelessness;
--The bag you just dropped in 2 metres of poo.
If it bleeds, it's Leeds.
It's not just poo, it's poo from people who eat British food (ie: Haggis).