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Toast the Host for Burning Down the House

Ethan Switch - Tuesday, January 28, 2003 - 09:11:27 - print it raw

Queensland. Possibly named after transvestites fleeing from the South-Eastern states, proves a hard region to understand. While the rest of Australia may adjust the times of their clocks accordingly in accordance to the accordant daylight savings periods, it resists and shows no movement of its hands.

On the celebratory celebrations of Invasion Day 2003, Brisbane chose to play with fire and launch fireworks while Melbourne and Sydney respected the burning bush and opted to forego the civilian's re-enactment of a bombed Middle-Eastern night time country sky.

Raisin Toast. A meal in itself as some might consider in times of absent sandwich fillings and cockroach infestations. The humble bread variant knows many vendors and even more consumers. It should also be considered in the same vain as that of the rebel Australian state of Queensland. When a slice of bread is lightly held over fire, like innocent children acting as 'casualties of war' for Juniors, the bread can either gently brown to a golden hue or burn and char into ashes ready for the substitution of misplaced relatives. Presumptuous then is this piece of bread masquerading as toast. Seemingly sane conventions are the norm and the norm cannot be tolerated.

Eating enough raisin toast may also cause the ingester to experience bouts of hallucinations and the belief that filming sequels back-to-back implies that they will be released in the same year.

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