this could happen to you

This is very scary!!!! LOOK OUT!!!
LOL

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 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.

Hope I brought a smile to your day.