Austra VS Italy in the World Cup:
Due to the game being so dissappointing, I almost forgot to write about this. On Monday night I had the guys around to watch the Australia VS Italy game. Inspired by Ben’s awesome waffles he made for us for the Australia VS Croatia game, I also catered extremely well. The night kicked off with a few hours of poker, leading into the game. I don’t really want to talk about that.
I do want to say though, that it’s been absolutely awesome to see Australia exhibit such world class football over the last couple weeks.
Thanks to Morv for this.
Have you ever wondered if you may have some old, forgotten, lost superannuation funds? Are you anxious about your old superannuation funds being eaten away by fees and charges? The Australian Tax Office has the answer. All you need to do is plug in your tax file number and it does all the grunt work for you.
Of course, if you find any bling as a result of reading this post I demand a 10% cut.
My brother Mike requested I discuss a few things on my blog.
Firstly, he requested I write about the story of me wearing a cardboard box over myself as I crawled through the Norwood Hoyts cinema complex when I was younger and much more foolish. It all started when a few friends and myself (I can’t really remember who exactly was there) were walking down the street alongside the Norwood Hoyts complex, and someone jumped into this big refrigerator box outside a building. This was funny, as when everyone walked past he jumped out. I decided to one-up him, and walk along the footpath with it over me. This prompted me to dare someone to wear it walking past a restaurant on the parade, which prompted them to dare me crawling through the entire Norwood Hoyts complex with it over me. So I did.
We started from the back to give me a chance to put it on without being seen, and I just crawled my way down to the front, slowly and painstakingly. You could hear many people laughing from the restaurant, and I was really nervous. I remember the distinct sounds of my friends laughing with (at) me from afar, but close enough to back me up in case anyone gave me any stick. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, some random stranger from the restaurant rugby-tackled me, and my cover was blown. I quickly put it back on and continued towards the automatic doors at the front of the complex, totally confused why a stranger would rugby-tackle a box.
Suddenly, the box hits something, and a pair of shiny black shoes poke into the box from the floor. A deep, serious, manly voice says “This is not a playground, kid. Get out of here.. and take that box with you.” So I did.