Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Please Help Billy Evans

I didn't believe this-BUT IT REALLY WORKS! I found a check for $3,876.53 in
my mailbox just TEN DAYS after I initially forwarded it. Please...try to help
this very poor little boy with more challenges than
we could ever imagine!

Hello Everyone: I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for
me, because I can't. But 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 burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors
said that was
the best they could do on account of us havin' no money. 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 bad. I hope someone will help me.
You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if
you forward this that Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey
with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children
from 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 his church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors
could help me get
better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe
just use 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 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
o.k. Mommy says that just means you're a mean heartless son-of-a-bitch
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, that
she hopes you die a slow horrible death so you can burn in hell. What
kind of person are you that you can't take 5 minutes to forward this to all your friends
so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and them
maybe help a poor, bodiless 9 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.

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