Subject: WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!
> > 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.
> > Stay Alert!!