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 myth, this one is not. It is happening every day …… it really is!
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 Shear Energy Pantyhose. Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My bum was next, I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear (although badly attached at least 3inches lower than my original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. Now my rear complimented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realised 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 getting really 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 disappeared more quickly than the Christmas 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. WARN YOUR FRIENDS.
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 !!!
I don’t know where this came from originally but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Dad, do you see us when we look into your face ?
