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CHAPTER 1
Remley knew he was wrong. He knew he was wrong before other
people tumbled to it.
Isn't it good that there are self-aware people in this world like
Remley? It saves the rest of us a lot of trouble. It really does.
Let me tell you something else about Remley. He never punches
holes in paper bags. I've never seen him do it, not even once.
Let us now sing the praises of Remley:
La la,
La la la,
La La Remley la la.
CHAPTER 2
Not everybody feels about Remley the same way I do. I think some
folks are really too fussy. They'll point to his less than
perfect verb conjugations, or his tendency to say sentences
backwards. I mean, big deal. As if this had anything to do with
the essence of Remley.
CHAPTER 3
Remley took a trip to Mexico once. He liked it a lot, especially
the bottled water.
CHAPTER 4
The End.
12 responses total.
wow
'Tis of the essence...
Ah, the very soul of truncated witticism.
I was so moved that I couldn't stay in the same room after reading this.
ugh. shut up, carl.
<vidar slaps vishnu>
I was just sickened..
That's okey. Erm, okay. I hate hiting Enter before I'm done correcting typos on one line!
I don't feel about Remley the way you do, either.
But there was more, for secretly, Remley was telekinetic. One day, he will return to mexico, and we will sing his praises forever. La la la la remley.
Ahh! It *was* the butler! (in the kitchen, with the candlestick) That's what happens when the paraffin is contaminated...
:-)
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