This Temple Student Might Want To Pump The Brakes On This Manhunt For Her Winnie The Pooh Blanket

PHILADELPHIA-(WTXF)-An 18-year-old Brookhaven girl has taken to social media for help finding something very dear to her heart. “Every night I sleep with it. Every night. So it’s been a rough couple of nights without it,” says 18-year old Brooke McGlade who can’t keep her mind off of something very dear to heart that she lost last Thursday. She says she left it on a Septa train when she left her dorm at Temple to go home to Brookhaven for the weekend. “I was shocked at first. I immediately started crying in the car to my sister then I called my mom right away and told her. My mom was like which bag was it my expensive laptop? And I was like no it’s worse. It’s my poo blanket,” said Brooke. You heard her right. Brooke lost her Winnie the Pooh blanket. But’s it’s not just any old blanket. “The blanket was actually my comforter when I was a new born baby. That’s what I slept with when I came home from the hospital and I have been obsessed with it. It has been by my side all the years since so it’s very close to me and I really haven’t gone this long without it ever,” she said. Brooke says it was stuffed inside a pink and white Marshalls reusable bag along with some laundry, a makeup bag and phone charger. She says she placed it in the overhead bin where she was sitting on the train. She got off at the Wallingford stop on the Media Elwyn line and forgot it.

OK, I debated about blogging this because I don’t think she deserves any heat for being upset she lost an item very sentimental to her. Everyone has something from their childhood they’ve held onto wayyyy past its prime. For some reason I drank out of a bottle until I was in kindergarten. Couldn’t rip it out of my hands unless you wanted a one-way ticket to Spaz City. That all lasted until father told my mom he couldn’t be seen in public anymore with this walking pussy drinking out of his Bah Bah, and that was the end of that. Granted, I wasn’t sucking out of the fake nip till I was in college like this broad is cuddling with her blankie, but to each there own. Also, anything that important isn’t forgetful enough to leave on the train but for the sake of chicks being chicks, we’ll let that one go for now.

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Now that being said, hun, STOP. Just stop all of this. It’s tough enough trying to make a name for yourself in a new crowd in college. Willingly labeling yourself as the batshit blanket gal who started a manhunt for her Winnie The Pooh Blankie isn’t a good look for anyone, including the news. Like, come on Fox29 and your gaggle of hormones “reporting” on this sentimental story. Don’t encourage this type of behavior. If anything, she needs to take solace that the blanket is in a better place* and you’re finally able to grow up.

*And by better place I definitely mean it’s currently being used as some homeless drunk’s cum-cloth. The only jizz-rag more rare in this city is the elusive #PaySmitty shirt.