Letters To The Editor:
Dear Mr. Spoof,
Six months ago I fell and hit my head on a frozen anvil.
The doctors gave up hope of any recover at all.
However, my faithful wife, Henrietta (I think) faithfully came and saw me each day at the hospital. Although that has been disputed. How would I know? Don't confuse me.
Dear Henny (I call her Henny since the accident) came daily and read to me from the TheSpoof on her something she calls her laptop.
I still don't see how she managed to...nevermind. Anyway, I laughed till they had to change the bed three-four times a day.
Everybody at the hospital hated her guts, especially the orderlies.
Long story short, that is what pulled me out of my coma or whatever that thing is where you dream about big yellow and purple spiders.
Please keep up the good work.
Yours,
Ummm uhhh Henrietta!
