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 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 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 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.....

What the hell?

I giggled.

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.....


Now that made me laugh I'm not sure who would want to steal those and what would they replace them with ? be afriad very afriad lol

Yea I must say that has happened to me but not over night. The creeps switched bodys on me when I was pregnant (like I would not know the difference) I am on a mission to get my real body back in 2007 I hope I find it.

These Urban legends are soooo funny...

I know how you feel. I can do crunches until the cows come home, and I still can't seem to shed those holiday pounds.

LOL

ha ha

The P.S. was even funnier!

I hear you...I've had to kick up my exercise routine to help shed the pounds.

That was great!

yup

I hear your sadness
but hey, look on the bright side, at least the penguins aren't after you.

I suggest you create a force field around your bed, and a hidden cam to catch the buggers
alternately, invite your enemies round and let them sleep in your bed.

I've had this happen to me too!

The case of the cooked oatmeal. Mmm. Was it the chips, the fondu, maybe the pavlova.
Where was the subjects brain hiding? Under the alarm clock?

*takes note*