I got this email and its a riot. Just wanted to share.
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 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 thatlong
> 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.
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 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 thatlong
> 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.
