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. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the summer looking for my thighs.
Then the thieves struck again. My rear end 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 rear end was attached at least three inches lower than my original!
Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. This was really scary, my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to me next?
When my neck disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, and hair migrated from the head to the chin and upper lip, I decided to tell everyone 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?
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 I keep them hidden in my waistband!!!
Note: This was in an article in a newspaper in a little New York town but the person who sent it cut all the newspaper information off. So I don't know who to credit this to but it is not me. Also, the cartoon is Gibson. Just throwing some more humor into the mix.
"Laughter is an instant vacation." ~Milton Berle
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