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  • She deserves a kick in the lady parts. From the entire football team.
  • Münchausen by proxy without all the inconvenience of actually having a proxy?
  • Sybarite: Münchausen by proxy without all the inconvenience of actually having a proxy?


    Münchausen by proxy proxy?
  • Sybarite: Münchausen by proxy without all the inconvenience of actually having a proxy?


    Münchausen by schizophrenia?
  • Oh well, it was all one big joke. Everyone can get back to just being dicks to each other again.
  • Just a case of "troll big or go home"
  • Demetrius: She deserves a kick in the lady parts. From the entire football team.


    That or a gang bang.
  • Briana Augustenborg

    Their sympathy and supportiveness were assimilated.
  • "They donned orange knee socks to commemorate the cancer ravaging his body."

    I don't like this sentence.
  • Ha! What a bunch a maroons!
  • That seems like a strange way to troll.
  • "They were all so excited. It did show a side of the high school, that they're willing to rally and support anything."

    Even if it's not real.
  • I know this won't happen, but now is the time for teachers and parents (and that poor coach) to set aside a real chunk of time and sit down with the kids and talk about how people can be real dicks, sometimes for good reasons, sometimes for no reason at all. And just because they got taken in by a dick does not make them stupid or naive or bad people. It makes them very good people, and when they're older and they can do the research themselves, they should absolutely use the same judgement and do what they can to help. Also something something adults make mistakes don't go off and do drugs etc.

    I'd hate to see this turn a bunch of kids off the idea of helping others.
  • davidphogan: That seems like a strange way to troll.


    There's weirdly a bunch of stories about this kind of thing happening on line. I guess some people need attention in the worst possible way.
  • 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 Billy Evans 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.
  • Aidan: davidphogan: That seems like a strange way to troll.

    There's weirdly a bunch of stories about this kind of thing happening on line. I guess some people need attention in the worst possible way.


    What if her goal was a social experiment? Attempting to prove that deep down people aren't cynical and apathetic. That in the face of trial and tragedy we are inherently drawn together, and our first and most powerful instinct is to help and support one another, rather than make sure somebody really needs our help?

    I find this story fascinating for psychological reasons.
  • Buckney Gurre: 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 Billy Evans 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 for ...


    I... am torn between several competing emotions.
  • leaving a baffled and betrayed town to wonder at her motives.

    for the lulz. the only reason anyone does anything.
  • While my faith in humanity is not completely restored (what with gramma killing her grandkids and their uncle the other day), but someone who makes up a sick kid, who then dies from his illness, but isn't trying to make a penny off of it? Yeah, I'm feeling better about the world right now.
  • Buckney Gurre: burlap boy story ...


    I haven't seen this moldy oldy in years.

    Thanks for the laugh.
  • Aidan: I know this won't happen, but now is the time for teachers and parents (and that poor coach) to set aside a real chunk of time and sit down with the kids and talk about how people can be real dicks, .

    really. the coach having a big dick talk with the kids?
  • I wouldnt be suprised if in a few months a paper is published in a psychology journal delineating the phenomenon of 'herd mentality', 'do gooders' and other things like that written by the perp of this hoax who concocted it as a case study.

    Perhaps these villagers should just stick with collecting pop tops for chemo treatments.
  • FW: Fw: Fwd: fW: Please support someone you don't know who has a disease you can't verify because he deserves it unlike the 50 other people in the same hospital with the same ailment.
  • I ♥ Denver.

    /shout out to the Denver PD. You all were a big help last night.

    My attempted rapist will be finding out what assrape is like in prison soon.
  • Buckney Gurre: 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 Billy Evans 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 for ...


    I actualy came here to post this.
    I want eveyone to hear Billy's story. Thank you for your compassion in this matter.
  • vudukungfu: Aidan: I know this won't happen, but now is the time for teachers and parents (and that poor coach) to set aside a real chunk of time and sit down with the kids and talk about how people can be real dicks, .
    really. the coach having a big dick talk with the kids?


    Okay maybe the talk needs to be a little refined... :P
  • Buckney Gurre: 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 Billy Evans 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 for ...


    Sorry, I already donated all my money to Little Donny.
  • This has been happening a lot lately with the prevalence of social media. These sick women (they're mostly women in the stories I read) thrive on this double-proxy munchausens. The thing is, nobody gets hurt, no profit is made, so nobody gets punished.

    Saw a 48hours the other day about the famous 9-11 fraudster, JUST WOW. She pulled this same deal without the proxy (claiming herself to be a 911 survivor)...and she went DEEP with it.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alicia_E steve_Head

    No repercussions, other than the shame.
  • FTFA: She could not be reached for comment on her Facebook page


    Really, intrepid journalist, you tried real hard didn't you?
  • Peanut, butter eggs and dice.
  • Huh. That's a really strange story. Weird shiat.
  • Diogenes: Sybarite: Münchausen by proxy without all the inconvenience of actually having a proxy?

    Münchausen by proxy proxy?


    I had a munchausen by mistake once. At work I took the day off and another guy I worked with that was fairly new got hurt off site. When people heard that someone had gotten hurt off site they assumed it was me. Jeez the out pouring of sympathy I got was amazing I hear. They were about to start raising money for me too. When I got in monday I got weird looks and funny stories, they took the flowers off my desk and gave em to the guy that really got hurt witha new card.
  • I've lived in Gypsum. Armpit of the Rockies.
  • groppet: Diogenes: Sybarite: Münchausen by proxy without all the inconvenience of actually having a proxy?

    Münchausen by proxy proxy?

    I had a munchausen by mistake once. At work I took the day off and another guy I worked with that was fairly new got hurt off site. When people heard that someone had gotten hurt off site they assumed it was me. Jeez the out pouring of sympathy I got was amazing I hear. They were about to start raising money for me too. When I got in monday I got weird looks and funny stories, they took the flowers off my desk and gave em to the guy that really got hurt witha new card.


    CSB.
  • Never mind this idiot, what are we going to do for poor Burlap Billy?

    /hang in there, BB!
  • Porous Horace: Never mind this idiot, what are we going to do for poor Burlap Billy?

    /hang in there, BB!


    Let's set up a website for donations and use social media to crowdsource charity activities geared towards BB and people like him. Get the awareness out there, post this on FB and like and favorite it too. Follow me on twitter and check out the blogspot. All the information is there.
  • MythDragon: Buckney Gurre: 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 Billy Evans 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 ...


    Just reposting this.
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