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I Am Italian○● B R I T I S H ○●
[x] You drink a lot of tea.
 You know what a brolly is.
 Deal or No Deal has taken over your life.
 You wanted Ben to win X Factor.
 You use the word "bugger" or the phrase "bloody hell"
[x] Fish and Chips are yummy.
 You can eat a Full English Breakfast.
 You dislike emos almost as much as you dislike chavs.
 Its football...not soccer.
 You believe the correct way to spell 'Color'; is 'Colour', and 'Centre.'
○● A U S T R A L I A N ○●
 You wear flip flops all year.
 You call flip flops "thongs", not flip flops.
[x] You love a backyard Barbie.
[x] You know a Barbie is not a doll.
[x] You love the beach.
[x] Sometimes you swear without realizing.
 You're a sports fanatic.
[x] You are tanned.
 You're a bit of a bogan.
 You have an Australian something
○● I T A L I A N ○●
 The Sopranos is a great show.
 Your last name ends in a vowel.
[x] Your grandmot
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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