Is it theft---old age---or WLS
Subject: Fw: Beware!
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 to the thighs they stuck me with
earlier. I couldn't believe that my new butt was attached 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 suddenly disappeared faster 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.
A fellow WLS friend of mine sent this to me and I thought it was so appropriate. Hilarious! 
Julia
Julia 
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