I'm Lovin' It

Another completely subjective and naive recount of life events by yours truly.

So, it has recently been brought to my attention that the multimillion dollar international fast-food chain McDonalds will be celebrating its 40th year anniversary for making Aussies fat. And man, those Maccas corporate giants know how to chuck a party!

$1 cheeseburgers. Can you actually believe that? Cheeseburgers! For ONE DOLLAR! How brilliant! There's just one tiny catch though: The one dollar cheeseburgers are only available during 12pm - 1pm. How gay.

Anyway, so me and my fellow team-mates/co-workers/siblings/cult-members/whatever-you-wanna-call-thems were driving back from the airport yesterday, when we saw the sign from heaven. $1 Cheeseburgers are available at Maccas, along with the legendary 'McFeast' burgers and shaker fries. Now, to a normal person, this sign would probably have no meaning whatsoever. But to us poor teamies, this was definitely a sign from God. That meant lunch for 4 for no more than about 10 bucks!

Anyway, so we decided to drop by a Maccas on the way home. However, instead of spending the planned maximum of $10 between the four of us, we made a few impulse purchases too. No surprise there.
So, a good $40 later, we had chowed down three McFeasts, four large fries, one small fries, three large cokes, one large sprite, one McFlurry, and about five or six cheeseburgers.
Ahh, impulse purchases at Maccas. If anyone knows the secret on how to resist the McTemptations, please inbox me, 'cause I'd love to know.

Even though half of my weekly allowance went on maccas this week, you cant help but be amazed - wait no, inspired by the value for money meals they provide the hungry. Sure, the food might be like total shit for your body, but that doesn't mean it dosen't taste good. I'm the first to admit that I quite enjoy my Big Macs. I even remember when I was in Year 8, I told my at the time girlfriend that for our first date, I would take her to the Golden Arches Resteraunt in Darling Harbour, and that she could order anything she wanted and I would pay for her meal. She was so impressed at the time. Now, some people may already see where the rest of the story is going, while others may be thinking 'how on EARTH did you afford that?'. Well, I made a promise to my baby, and I wasn't gonna bail on my promise. I took her to the Maccas just off George Street in Sydney, and spent $20 between the two of us. What an awesome way to save cash on a romantic date! And I'd have to say, that that date was easily the most fun date I've ever been on (not that I have hundreds to compare to). We had a great night, my gal found the joke hilarious, even more so because she was Korean and she understood what it meant to be cheap =].

Anyway, I'm off for now, duty calls.
PEACE OUT MA AMEGOS.
Catcha on the 'flip' side!
=]

Please remember, to tie a knot in your pyjamas...

So, me and my household went out on Sunday night to a family's house from our community. Now, the family has 5 kids with ages ranging from 0 - 8, and the maturity level in my household  ranges from 0 - 8. Which meant that our dinner conversations that night were very interesting. Topics ranged from 'the Government brainwashing our kids' to 'Yo Gabba Gabba!' to 'the Government brainwashing our kids through "Yo Gabba Gabba!"'. Pretty soon, we were all singing old classics like 'Da-Gloomph Went The Little Green Frog One Day' and '5 Little Ducks Went Out One Day (Over The Hills And Far Away)'. But when the five (legally considered) adults in the room started singing 'Please Remember To Tie A Know In Your Pyjamas' was when the kids went crazy. They were dancing moves that I didn't know existed! It was SOOOO cool to watch, especially when Sophie, the 6 month year old daughter, started shaking her head to the beat!
All in all, it was an awesome night, but by far the best part was the ride home. We got lost, so we decided to sing 'Please Remember To Tie A Know In Your Pyjamas' with a whopping 30 IN THE BED!!! It took 40 minutes, but by gosh, it was worth it =]

Choices, choices, choices...

So, I've been receiving hundreds of emails asking me why I decided to make my blog on blogspot.
So why did I choose to make a Blogspot blog? Well, because, as Sam says, 'Twitter is for twats', and I really didn't want to make a WordPress, because WordPress blogs are more professional & formal, two qualities which I lack. So, Blogspot became the choice, simply because I know of no other blog sites. And because that's what came up when I I'm Feeling Lucky'd 'blogs' on Google. Just quickly, just so you know, I always bold I'm Feeling Lucky, simply because I think it is a very clever and underrated search engine feature.

And that's my story.
You are now viewing the finishing result of my story

The Main Purpose

So I was talking to my mate Sam French yesterday about my day in all its worthlessness. What surprised me was that what was a seemingly slightly abnormal day for me astounded him. His next few words seemingly went like this:

Josh, you're a Catholic Missionary who seems to be well grounded in both your faith, and the secular world. Your a very real and reliable person, and as a youth minister, you're be great in the gift of evangelism. How funny would it be if you started up a blog about your strange life? It would make Catholics seem less intimidating and more down to Earth. Plus, you have some pretty funny stories to tell. Heaps of people would love to read a blog about your life. Well, I would anyway!

(Sam spoke in more of a derogatory sense)

I told Sam that the only way I'd be making a blog would be if he made one too.

And so here we are. Sam has already begun his blog page about his trip to Spain for WYD, which can be found here. You should definitely check it out immediately, because its genuinely better worth your while to read his blog instead of this junk. Sam's blog will be filled with fascinating facts and figures on the history of theology. My blog will be filled with fart jokes.
Sam's blog will take you on a journey to the beautiful country of Spain. My blog will take you on an unemotional ride where I drone on about random stuff going on in my life and in my head.

Without further ado,
Let the ride begin.