Stephen Hawking - My Fake Diary

Friday, 15 October 2010

Dear trusty eeper of secrets

I now its been while but its been a nightmare over the last few months. It started when I dropped my beloved and trusty, eeper of my secrets on the floor. Naturally not being able bodied enough to simply pic it up I started to type a request for help.

My helper read the message and smiled saying 'You silly bastard, Halloween isn't for days and besides you won't scare anybody li e that,' and then she wal ed away. I chec ed my typing. It said

'Please help. I appear to have dropped my trusty boo .'

Oh cosmic shit, I thought as I realised the button between the J and L wasn't, isn't wor ing.