HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO THOSE OF YOU WHO CELEBRATE IT!! In this very special holiday edition of ISAACS INTERVIEWS I give THANKS to MY WIFE for saving my life and my family and my pets who love me unconditionally and my friends both physical and electronic and YOU, The Good and Most Appreciated Reader who takes time out of their day to read my shit.
Now – here’s some etissues and let’s get on with our regularly scheduled programming ~
TEST TEST was the training manager who got me all trained up when I first got my job at the company I work for now. Back then, our company was a lot smaller and we had a lot more fun, like when we created these test accounts for certain things and then got collection letters at our building for Mr. TEST TEST. Eventually he left the company and went on to become a rugged FBI agent who finally cornered his arch enemy only to find out he had planted a bomb that was going to destroy all of Los Angeles. In order to find out the bomb’s whereabouts, he actually took his enemy’s face off and had it surgically planted over his own. In the end, he saved the day and got his face back and now works for a realty company here in the city. Recently we sat down in a 20 story building he thought I was going to buy and we talked about these hotter-than-Bieber’s-break-up questions.
This is really, still a lot of fun for me – can you believe this is the TWELFTH ONE??? You are all soooooo awesome!!! As always, I never want to be a bother to anyone, so if anyone else is interested in doing this you can like this page or like THIS PAGE or leave me a comment or send me an email to firstname.lastname@example.org – If you have “expressed” interest and I haven’t gotten back to you, I would never ignore you, it’s just that I want to do these one at a time and do them right – I will be getting back to you, promise : )
THANKS BRENT FOR DOING THIS!!!!
I’ve found that as long as I keep the brush on my teeth, gagging isn’t too much of an issue. You do understand that’s why they call it a “tooth brush,” don’t you? (ED: Here’s the skinny – I think the secret to not gagging is being able to breathe through your nose while you brush. I am allergic to anything that pollinates so I CONSTANTLY have sinus problems and shit running down the back of my throat so I can’t breathe through my nose, smarty pants).
I would not only stake them in the heart, but i would also shoot the un-dead ghoul in the head (now that open carry is legal, and all).
REDRUM- ha! I’ve not been able to sit through The Sixth Sense as an adult, and I’m unable to watch “The Walking Dead” before bedtime too. What…is that a problem? (ED: Weenie)
I don’t drink Brandy, but say I were at a bar doing Drambuie shots with J.C. – I think I’d have to ask him, “Why all the hate?”
Ummm…maybe? It depends? Sometimes? Okay…probably not. The whole one-man stage act thing really did him in, IMHO.
I don’t even know who Uwe Boll is, although it sounds like something one might pick up in a Jackson, MS bar by accident. Back on point – worst movie ever was that PoS “Lightening Jack” with Crocodile Dundee in it. OMG was it bad!
I think olives are Satan’s scat! They’re No. 1 on the short list of things I REFUSE to eat…ever! Either color! Oddly, I am a fan of their oil. Hmmm…go figure? (ED: LOL – you just don’t see the word scat often enough)
I would like to think I could, but pretty much steer clear of any situation where it might be required. Plus, I no longer have to carry a pocket knife, since I’ve learned to kill with my bare hands and all.
I would adopt a Turkey, and try to breed it with a chicken, then take the resulting offspring and breed it with a duck – and name it Dinner.
Digital. Analog is so 1995!
Seriously! What is the deal with the freaking hats? Any wearing a knitted wool cap when it’s 105 degrees is purely insane! Unless you’re in a rodeo or playing baseball (or a on the set of Mad Men), hats are pointless. (ED – yes)
The puffy vest?? What’s the problem? I’m wearing one now…as I type this. And it’s camo. So there! Cold arms – no problem. You just cross them. Cold breasts? Try crossing them!
Try not to smile, pat them on the back and say, “Good one!” Turn, and walk out the door. It’s happened, and I like to think I made the right decision. (ED: I used to save mine up FOR your office!!!)
Wait – someone has already done this? I’m so bummed!
I’m leaning more toward texting everyday. I prefer impersonal over personal any day.
Do you remember that time we went to Florida for that stupid system training and that trainer was basically “presenting” himself to you in the training room? I can’t remember his name but he thought you were a strapping young buck. Thoughts?
Like most of our adventures, I’ve blocked that one out of my mind. Of course, I was (and still am) a strapping (not so) young buck. What are you saying, exactly? (ED: I’m not saying anything…. I’m just saying…)
As much as I love fishing, I am despise cleaning them…so I never keep any. But, I did find a plastic worm that had been partially pooped out of a bass once. I pulled it the rest of the way out, and the fish said, “Thanks!” and asked for a cigarette. True story. (ED: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!)
That I do remember! You could say that were were pioneers in some ways. Speaking of, do you remember the PocketNet device?? I spent 8 mos in Seattle working on that bad boy, and it never fully launched. Too bad to because you can never get enough of David Letterman’s Top 10! (ED: I DO!!!!!)
That dude was suicidal – plain and simple.
I could tell you, but it’s classified information. (ED: O_O)