You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys
removed by black-market organ thieves? Well, this kind of cruel theft
is happening with other body parts as well!
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago.
I went to sleep and woke up with someone else's thighs.
It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal.
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 then the thieves struck again.
My arse was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains
to match my new rear end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier.
But my new arse was attached at least three inches lower than my
original! I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.
Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was
fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arms
swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting
scary - my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could
they do to me next?
When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey
neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world, wake up and smell
the coffee! Those "plastic" surgeons are using REAL replacement body
parts -stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has
something "lifted", look again - was it lifted from you?
THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night.
WARN YOUR FRIENDS!
P.S. Last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in
bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved
to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.
Now Ikeep them hidden in my waistband.
(sent to me in an email - too good not to share - take care out there)
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