Ancient apercus from February 2006

Torino 2006 Winter Olympic Games disappoints on drugs runners

Ethan Switch - Tuesday, February 28, 2006 - 16:23:45

Pocketing 11 pieces of gold, 12 in silver and 6 bronze medals, the powerhouse nation of Germany rankled in top honours on the tally for the XX Olympic Winter Games at Torino. Slim in at seconds, the United States with 9 gold, 9 silver and 7 bronze. Closing out the dais on totals, Canada on 7, 10 and 7 in the medal shines.

Throughout the entirety of sixteen days of competition, over the 800 urine tests and misplaced light beer samples and 362 blood samples, only one athlete managed to score marks on a drugs test.

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Chocolate fisting like many of his unshaven breed

Ethan Switch - Thursday, February 23, 2006 - 14:29:24

Jittering amongst the feeble masses leads one to unwrap his loin cloth, full view and in the public distress of the domain. Walking bare and as rich as hairs on a bowling ball set aflame, Raye Burton dances a tappity tap across the pond.

Parents and children have complained to the local council and police to no avail. His unsightly visage disappearing as numbers gather around to discharge lunches and breakfasts from the imagery.

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Digging for the difference of treasure in arms

Ethan Switch - Tuesday, February 21, 2006 - 17:00:58

Rejoicing queue lines suffer a blow as the estimates for death constantly wind back numbers. The Philippine civil defence office, in the continuing drudge and aftermath of a non-politically elected landslide, took the number of dead down a notch on Monday. From the initially impressive 1408, floating bodies of a census led calculations to reel back to at least 913 taken by the mud of Guinsaugon, in the central island of Leyte.

With a local population of approximately 1420, a slither of hope remains that the number may yet increase again given unknown numbers of visitors in the area.

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The Machine

Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, February 14, 2006 - 21:46:33

The day is split up into five equal time periods. The machine that consumes their labour breaks down at least once a day during these time periods, though, sometimes, rarely, very rarely, twice a day.

If the machine breaks down during the third or fourth period it is absolutely guaranteed to not break down again for the rest of the day.

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Winter Games game with gamey game

Ethan Switch - Sunday, February 12, 2006 - 23:44:47

As the XX Winter Olympics snowballs proceedings and cranks potato flakes on throwing medals around necks, a few rampageous spectators set down to absorb the action. Bringing the feeling and atmosphere of the Torino Games right into their living room, they inevitably lose some of the actual meaning behind the spirit of the Games.

Sweltering in the obscene heat of Australia's summer, the band of merry mischief and mayhem makers charged their slender bottlenecks and hailed a small dozen round of duck nests. Citing nothing more than the duality of individualism and team spirit, the small group of enthusiasts unleashed their passion for the Games on the game foul.

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Speed of sound, strength of butter, smell of cerise

Ethan Switch - Thursday, February 9, 2006 - 23:40:19

Turtle cracking champion, Poul March, struck down by a falling shell. Walking through the desert sands on his way to emcee a backyard wrestling match, March was hit on the skull as a crow overheard let loose its payload.

Unnaturally bald, and a man incapable of not sweating, March's head was of the perfect stone shine normally used in situations of birds cracking such animals as turtles, tortoises and terrapins.

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Foul of mind they

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, February 1, 2006 - 23:55:17

Cast forth into the wind, a flock of sheep dive to their death. The shepherd of the flock; drunk on wine and out cold with the town's harlot. Ferdinand Keron, a travelling man short on history and long on lies.

Walking through the marsh that the small town of Irnsvale called a lake, Keron found himself with pockets full of weeds and socks soaked in the putrid waste of the power plant. Finding a rock to scrape his clothes on, he befriended the then owner of the church.

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