O/T: Woman to Woman

[Guest guest]

A lot of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys

were stolen while he was passed out. While the kidney story was an urban

legend, this one is not. Read on. 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

butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match

my new rear end (although badly attached at least three inches lower than

my original) to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. 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 disappeared more quickly 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.

 

 

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 for safekeeping

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

I've read that one about 4 or 5 times now and I STILL giggle... although I

don't know why I'M laughing, my perfect body was stolen while giving birth

to the first child. They had the nerve to come admidst the Throwing up, the

grunting, the screaming, the swearing and the pushing. They stole

everything at once... and being a new mother content with just adoring this

perfect little being didn't even notice for about 6 months... I tried to

sue but as I didn't have any hard evidence other than this new body, I lost

the case... I did hear from a few other women that the same thing happened

to them... It's an ugly conspiracy ladies, be very careful!

 

Cheers!

Kathleen Petrides

The Woobey Queen

The Warming Touch, Therapeutic Pillows

http://www.woobeyworld.com

 

 

> [Original Message]

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> 6/22/2005 11:45:08 AM

> O/T: Woman to Woman

>

> A lot of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys

> were stolen while he was passed out. While the kidney story was an urban

> legend, this one is not. Read on. It's happening every day.

> 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 for safekeeping