BUMMER

An American woman's body had became attached to her boyfriend's toilet after she sat on it for two years, police in Kansas said.

"She was not glued. She was not tied. She was just physically stuck by her body," said Bryan Whipple, the sheriff of Ness County.

It appeared Pam Babcock's skin had grown around the toilet seat, he added. "It is hard to imagine. ... I still have a hard time imagining it myself."

The 35-year-old initially refused emergency medical care but her boyfriend, 36, and police officers finally convinced her to go to hospital.

"We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital," Mr Whipple said. "The hospital removed it."
The county attorney still has to decide whether any charges should be brought against Kory McFarren, the boyfriend.
Mr McFarren told investigators that he brought his girlfriend food and water, and asked her every day to come out of the bathroom.
"And her reply would be, 'Maybe tomorrow'," Mr Whipple said. "According to him, she did not want to leave the bathroom."
The house in Ness City had a second bathroom that he could use.
On Feb 27, Mr McFarren called police to report that "there was something wrong with his girlfriend", Mr Whipple said, adding that the man never explained why it took him two years to pick up the phone.
Officers found Miss Babcock sitting on the toilet - fully clothed, except for her tracksuit bottoms pulled down to her mid-thigh.
She was "somewhat disoriented" and her legs looked like they had atrophied, the sheriff said. "She said that she didn't need any help, that she was OK and did not want to leave."
She was taken to a hospital in Wichita, about 150 miles away, where she is in a fair condition.
However, Miss Babcock has since refused to speak to police. Authorities said they did not know if she was mentally or physically disabled.
James Ellis, a neighbour, said Miss Babcock's mother died at a young age and she was apparently mostly kept inside the house where she grew up.
"It really doesn't surprise me," Mr Ellis said of the bathroom incident. "What surprises me is somebody wasn't called in a bit earlier."

TOILET TROUBLES

I raced down to the ladies loo a little while ago and there was an olive green stinky floater in there laid by some vegetarian girl. It stunk too bad so I went up the corridor to the other ladies [I don't like to use the disabled loos after I learnt one of my workmates had been rooting in there. There was later a few poo smears on the toilet cistern that never got cleaned so I don't go back.] anyway the door was locked on the other womens loo's and I had to use the men's.

In the bottom of the men's toilets, was a single key. What a mystery.

Nameless told me that he pisses in his sink. With great delight I pissed over the edge of his bath and I wish I didn't laugh so loudly cause he never would have know otherwise.

Paul and I have been hanging out together a lot cause we are going to make a video for The Fonts. It is going to be incredible. Watch this space.

xx Lektrogirl

PARIS POTTY

I'm back from Paris and so frickin' proud of myself for managing one of these old style squat loo's there you wouldn't believe it.

It is a long story that started many years ago when I guess I was like 8 or 10. We used to go campling at this awesome place called Park Beach every so often at our parents friends shack in Tasmania. I used to LOVE this. Often we'd play Dukes of Hazzard in the sand around the shack with Matchbox cars, dig really deep holes in the sand dunes, and stick our fingers in the sea anenomes in the tide pools. I remember some involved game about Ed the talking horse that covered all these bases. What I wasn't so keen on was the portaloo thing that we had to use. A bit like Glastonbury. Gross. On an urgent visit to the loo, I had a really big freak out experience where a little frog got caught between my foot and my thong [flip-flip or jandle depending on your country.] It was cold and a bit squishy. Then the toilet was totally overflowing and I really needed to pee and was quite traumatised. So then my mother was getting all mad with me cause I was getting all upset. Like stress oder was?! I had to squat in the bushes. I refused to do it wearing thongs in case I got wee on my foot so I was wearing wellington boots. Somehow I managed to piss entirely in my wellingtons. Not a good look. From that day on, I believed I was anatomically incorrect and unable to wee squatting.

The next time this became an issue, was when I was in Tokyo in 1995. I was so worried. But I did it!! In jeans!! WOO HOO!! Only that is 12 years ago now.

This weekend in Paris I was out walking and suddenly dying for a piss. Being in a quite touristy area all on my own, everywhere had signs saying "TOILETS ARE FOR CUSTOMERS ONLY" so I picked somewhere to get an omlette mixte and before I sat down I asked to nip to the loo. I was fit to burst. I opened the door only to be faced with the most archaic loo I have ever seen in the Western world. It also smelt that way. I had no choice. My omlette was cooking... BUT I DID IT. I was so thrilled I even sent Mum a text. She wrote back "Go girl". At the end of my meal, I even wanted to say to the waiter "Thanks for the mega experience dude." But I didn't.


xx Lektrogirl