Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Warning: Body Parts Theft

It's something only the girls will understand!!!!!!!!!!!

Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys
were stolen while he was passed out. Well, read on. While the kidney
story was an urban legend, this one is not. It's happening every day.

My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was
just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone
else's thighs. The new ones had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who
would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years?
Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire
summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to
living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.

Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again.
My ass was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains
to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I couldn't
believe that my new ass was attached at least three inches lower than my
original. Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I
prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.

It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One
morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the
flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush.
This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at
a time. How clever and fiendish.

Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up,
unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly
and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts.

What could they do to me next?

My poor neck suddenly disappeared faster than the Thanksgiving
turkey it now resembled. That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take
on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell
the coffee. That really isn't plastic that those surgeons are using.
You KNOW where they are getting those replacement parts, don't you?
The next time you suspect someone has had a face "lifted", look again.
Was it lifted from you? I think I finally found my thighs - and I hope
that Cindy Crawford paid a really good price for them!

This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night.


P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts.
I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed, I was
relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.
Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.