Help!!!!!

[ed9k]

I am a very sick 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. Johansen 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 the angels 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 foward 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 foward this e-mail, that's OK. Mommy says you're a mean heartless person who doesn't care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that she hopes that you stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach. What kind of wretched person are you that you can't take five lousy 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 sack for a body.

[spidermonkey]

Soviet medical science could solve this problem...

[Bill Drayton Jr.]

you aren't going to live very much longer so forget the puppy it'd probably just piss on your head anyway. Is that what you want? HUH?!?!? How do you know your mom is REALLY your mom? Anyway - that doesn't really matter. Oh you need money for a new body eh? Nobody is going to help you because they all know you are going to die soon anyway. Can't you get work as a side show freak or something? Come on! Use your head!!!! it should be obvious since that's all you have. Call Guiness or see what the porn industry can offer you...

[Ocean11]

Oh that is just so sad! But at least you have God's love, and Jesus is right there in that burlap bag with you.

My credit card details are below;

DC card
Expiry (I hate to use that word, but you know I have to) 03/08
Number 5999-9449-5399-9999 (I put some extra nines in there for good luck!)

My prayers are rising to the astronauts. God Bless, Bobby!