A telling of November 2005 by The Wax Conspiracy

Today's favourite is tomorrow's glue: Jimmy Weasel - Tuesday, 1 November 2005 - 02:00:37
What the deuce are they planning next?: Jimmy Weasel - Thursday, 3 November 2005 - 07:08:33
Speaking of the truth and a reclamation of the wayward flock: Ethan Switch - Monday, 7 November 2005 - 09:56:32
Terrorism in Australia catches up in world wide fever stakes: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 9 November 2005 - 02:30:25
Uruguay 1 - Australia 0: Jimmy Weasel - Saturday, 12 November 2005 - 23:10:18
Rallies for workers' rights rally with protests for rights: Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 15 November 2005 - 10:18:33
Australia through to World Cup; Uruguay free to go home and lick their wounds as ugly hounds: Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, 16 November 2005 - 09:56:08
Leslie bails on Bali, Corby continues the rot and the IX stay festering: Ethan Switch - Sunday, 20 November 2005 - 12:03:00
Time beat the drum and cymbals to a clang of their own discontent: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 23 November 2005 - 06:02:01
One going up, one coming down, but we seem to land on common ground: Ethan Switch - Friday, 25 November 2005 - 13:03:48
Sulken milk, a lamenting maid, on the hill a deal is made: Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 29 November 2005 - 13:17:59

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