girls beware LOL - ThinnerTimes

mauldinmama · 03-30-2007, 08:11 AM

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 know 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 end
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 part, 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 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.