Just got this e-mail and had to share with you. I've replaced some naughty words with smilies.
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 to women 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? Hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy Control Top Panty Hose.
Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again.
My

was next. I knew it was the same gang because they took pains to match my new rear- end to the very thighs they stuck me with earlier. I couldn't believe that my new

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 has 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?
Then 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 all by myself.
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

. 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.