A telling of September 2006 by The Wax Conspiracy

Stingray boosts Croc Hunter Steve Irwin's fortunes: Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 5 September 2006 - 13:54:59
Snakes killing and drinking with psychiatric needles: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 6 September 2006 - 13:22:04
Peter Brock fatally crashes out on Irwin's Khaki Day: Ethan Switch - Friday, 8 September 2006 - 09:49:32
Why you call a building a building when it is already built: Ethan Switch - Monday, 11 September 2006 - 10:26:28
Abandoned and pushed to the max against the machines: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 13 September 2006 - 07:58:25
Folding one hand as the jester bites off the other: Ethan Switch - Friday, 15 September 2006 - 13:56:50
Secrets on the state of mutual existence of the new and improved: Ethan Switch - Monday, 18 September 2006 - 10:07:47
Glowing magic bullets will prevail and take a breath: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 20 September 2006 - 13:56:27
Turn faces to paces and its closing down with the sun, hun: Ethan Switch - Friday, 22 September 2006 - 13:52:51
All my questions, never an answer, nothing but a headwound: Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 27 September 2006 - 13:56:16

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