Here I present to you the best chain letter I have ever received.
I just got this and knew that I could count on you caring people to do
something:
I know you all are very caring people:
I am a very sick boy little boy. My mother is typing this for me,
because I
can't. She is crying. Don't cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she
says
it's not my fault. I asked her if it was God's fault, but she didn't
answer,and only started crying harder, so I don't ask her that anymore.
The
reason she is so sad is that I'm so sick. I was born without a body. It
doesn't hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an
artificial
body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that
was
the best they could do on account of us havin' no money or insurance. I
would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy
doesn't
work because she said employers don't hire crying people. I said, "Don't
cry, Mommy," and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs,
even
though she's allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad. I hope you
will
help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail.
Dr. Van Nostrem from the clinic said if you foward this e-mail then Bill
Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the
astronauts
will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them
up
to space so that theangels can hear them better. Then they will go to
the
Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to
the
doctors. The doctors could help me better then.
Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my
lungs
and heart, when the doctors make them. The doctors said that every time
you
forward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the
angels.
Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don't want my
leaves
to rot before I turn 10. If you don't forward this e-mail, that's OK.
Mommy
says you're a mean heartless sh*thead who doesn't care about a poor
little
boy with only a head. She says that if you don't stew in the raw pit of
your
own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you die a long slow horrible death
so
you can burn forever in hell. What kind of go***mned person are you that
you
can't take five f**king minutes to forward this to all your friends so
that
they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe
help
a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy?
Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it's hard. I
wish
I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.
Thank You.
Billy 'Smiles' Evans,
the boy with just a head,and a burlap bag for a body!!
This kid needs to tough it out. What a sissy. "Whaaaa! Whaaaaa! I'm just a head with a burlap body stuffed with leaves."
Give me a break! I don't like to dump my problems on the users here at RHP... but this time I'm going to need to.
I'm really just a zip-lock bag full of brains... and one eye. I blink to type and make chess moves online. Every once in a while my wife is kind enough to switch my salt water and protine mix when it gets dirty... and I need to be put in the crisper draw of the fridge for about 1 hour every 3 hours.
Burlap bag boy has it made in the shade. At least he has a full head, and he can be hugged. I just squish around in a zip lock bag and blink to type and make chess moves all day.
Grumble.
ES
Originally posted by PhlabibitWell, at least you exist. I've recently decided that since I scare myself (and probably many others on this site), that I don't exist either. It really sucks when you don't exist.
This kid needs to tough it out. What a sissy. "Whaaaa! Whaaaaa! I'm just a head with a burlap body stuffed with leaves."
Give me a break! I don't like to dump my problems on the users here at RHP... but this time I'm going to need to.
I'm really just a zip-lock bag full of brains... and one eye. I blink to type and make chess moves on ...[text shortened]... uish around in a zip lock bag and blink to type and make chess moves all day.
Grumble.
ES
Originally posted by PhlabibitYou have an eye? Luxury!!! All i have is a slightly photo-receptive bunch of cells on my frontal lobe that are only just capable of distinguishing light from dark. And no zip lock bag for me! I've just got a used brown paper bag that used to contains someone's sandwich, and the crumbs itch incessently.
I'm really just a zip-lock bag full of brains... and one eye.
Originally posted by dfm65If my eye had a tear duct, I would cry for you.
You have an eye? Luxury!!! All i have is a slightly photo-receptive bunch of cells on my frontal lobe that are only just capable of distinguishing light from dark. And no zip lock bag for me! I've just got a used brown paper bag that used to contains someone's sandwich, and the crumbs itch incessently.
Get over it, we all have problems.
ES
