What happened ???
Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 1:27 pm
THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME!!!!!!
You have probably 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'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 orange peel. 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 put my shorts in the bin. Then, just when my guard
was down, the thieves struck again.
My bottom was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they too pains
to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I
couldn't believe that my new bottom 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 blow drying 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 Christmas turkey it
now resembled. That's why I decide 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
You have probably 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'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 orange peel. 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 put my shorts in the bin. Then, just when my guard
was down, the thieves struck again.
My bottom was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they too pains
to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. I
couldn't believe that my new bottom 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 blow drying 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 Christmas turkey it
now resembled. That's why I decide 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