>>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
>>Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? Hurt and angry, I
>>resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy
>>Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again.
>>My butt 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 butt was attached at least three inches lower than my
>>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, un
>>noticed, 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
>>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?
>>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
>>paid a really good price for them!
>>This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every
>>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.
Reach for the moon, at least you'll land among the stars.