Beware!!

Ladies BEWARE....................

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, the kidney story was a hoax but this
one is real.
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 that have 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 to the thighs they stuck me
with earlier. However, they attached it badly -- at least three inches lower
than my original. 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. I now realize where those surgeons are getting their replacement
parts. They really aren't plastic like they claim. 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.