The drain in the middle of our playground always used to always have a layer of slimy mud-crust swilling around it.
The dirtiest person in the school was deemed to own this drain - after maintaining this ownership for several weeks, Leslie eventually had the swamp named after her.
If you were pushed into her swamp, then you were forced to marry Leslie. This made you one of Leslie's Lezzies - if you were a girl. Boys just became her regular husband, which made them gay. Because even skiddy boys' bums were cleaner than Leslie's toxic shock factory.

We also had a stinking drain in the middle of the playground. The smell was nearly as bad as that of ashleigh bowers, we used to throw stuff into it such as doritos and dolly mixtures, when we left it was a stinking rotting cesspit of leftovers from the kitchen and mouldy doritos. We named it the ashleigh pit, such an original name.