They've been stolen!!! ColoHill: Dear Friends,
This is a heads-up to those friends who haven't experienced it yet, and
an explanation to those friends and family who have. 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 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
complimented 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!
Re:They've been stolen!!! buckeye: Oh No! I thought it had only happened to me! Is there no way to stop the insanity of it all?
Re:They've been stolen!!! Cowboy12: done some undercover work Missing, and I found out the name of one of these culprits... he calls himself gravity.
He supposedly hangs out in a bar downtown which some guy called cellulite.
More to follow.
