A telling of December 2005 by The Wax Conspiracy

Word Wrestling Federation call for state slam poetry challengers: Ethan Switch - Thursday, 1 December 2005 - 07:35:48
Convicted drug smuggler, Van Tuong Nguyen, hung like a mule: Ethan Switch - Friday, 2 December 2005 - 04:49:35
Excitement gets Big Kev scrubbed and flushed: Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 6 December 2005 - 13:25:13
Bardflys collect collective crown for final Sydney poetry slam: Ethan Switch - Thursday, 8 December 2005 - 13:43:29
Iceland takes over the World, joins with Earth and Universe: Ethan Switch - Sunday, 11 December 2005 - 13:24:06
Hicks closer to becoming UK citizen and further from Australia's problem: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 14 December 2005 - 13:01:03
Continuing police numbers quell the punchlines for a backstage pass: Ethan Switch - Monday, 19 December 2005 - 04:32:16
Outlaws riding whale suckers are hiding in plain sushi: Ethan Switch - Thursday, 22 December 2005 - 13:06:43
Whale bones and crosses stand naked against the bloody sky: Ethan Switch - Friday, 23 December 2005 - 13:01:58
wish for something better: Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, 24 December 2005 - 23:30:17

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