Sunday, June 12, 2016


A Word About Star Rating

In case anyone was wondering, the star ratings are not “seeded” here at Flush Twice. I personally never click on the stars to rate the jokes. Why? Because the star ratings are one of the best metrics I have to see what works, and what doesn’t. If I put my own rating on it, then I’d contaminate the survey and lose the useful information of what people actually thought about the jokes.

I’d also like to thank my anonymous “rating regulars” who’ve been giving me their honest feedback on the jokes. I really appreciate your dedication. It may sting a little when you leave a one star rating, but I’m grateful when you do, because it’s nice to know when a joke I honestly thought would work… totally sucked a lot.

Of course if this is your first visit, please rate the joke you just read. First impressions are the best, so don’t hesitate! Ignore what other people gave it. Love it or hate it, go with your gut and click away!

Again, thanks to everyone who rates the jokes and comics.

Pax,

f2x

Summer of ’57

It’s the summer of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue.

Bobby’s a pretty hip guy with his own car and a duck tail hairdo. When he goes to the front door, Peggy Sue’s father answers and invites him in.

“Peggy Sue’s not ready yet, so why don’t you have a seat?”

He says. “That’s cool.”

Peggy Sue’s father asks Bobby what they are planning to do.

Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in-movie.

Peggy Sue’s father responds, “Why don’t you kids go out and screw? I hear all of the kids are doing it.”

Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby and asks the father to repeat it.

“Yeah,” says Peggy Sue’s father, “We know that Peggy Sue really likes to screw; why, she’d screw all night if we let her!”

Bobby’s eyes light up and smiles from ear to ear. Immediately, he has revised the plans for the evening.

A few minutes later, Peggy Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt with her saddle shoes and announces that she’s ready to go.

Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door while Dad is saying, “Have a good evening kids,” with a small wink for Bobby.

About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father, “Dammit, Daddy! It’s ‘The Twist’! It’s called ‘The Twist’!”

Unfortunate Free Fall

Kenny had been taking skydiving classes, and was about to take his first solo jump. After he dove out of the airplane, he counted to ten and pulled the ripcord. The chute emerged tangled. After cutting it free, he then pulled the cord on the reserve chute, and it also was tangled.

At this point he began praying to God as he fell to the earth below. To his amazement, could see a man coming up with equal velocity.

“Hey, do you know anything about parachutes?” he shouted to him, as they passed by.

“No,” replied the man. “Do you know anything about gas grills?”

Rough Roulette

A lady was having a bad day at the roulette tables in Vegas. She was down to her last $50.

Exasperated, she exclaimed, “What rotten luck! What in the world should I do now?”

A man standing next to her suggested, “I don’t know. Why don’t you play your age?”

The man walked away. Barely a moment later, his attention was grabbed by a commotion at the roulette table. “Maybe she won!” He thought as He rushed back to the table.

When the man pushed through the crowd he found the lady lying limp on the floor, with the table operator kneeling over her.

The man was stunned. He asked, “What happened? Is she all right?”

The operator replied, “I don’t know. She put all her money on 29, and when 36 came up she just fainted!”

Masters of Memory

Three guys were debating who had the best memory.

The first guy boasted, “I can remember the first day of First Grade!”

The second guy retorted, “I can remember my first day at Nursery School!”

Not to be outdone, the third guy said, “That’s nothing! I can remember going to the senior prom with my father, and coming home with my mother!”

Bedtime Argument

A man and his wife were having an argument in bed. He finally jumped up and took a blanket to the couch.

The next day the wife felt bad about what happened, and decided to buy her husband a gift. Since he was an avid golfer, she went to the pro shop where he usually played golf. After talking with the pro, he suggested a putter and he showed her one of his finest.

“How much is it?” she asked.

“One hundred and fifty dollars,” he replied.

She felt that was kind of expensive and told him so.

“But it comes with an inscription,” he said temptingly.

“What kind of inscription?” she asked.

“Whatever you wish,” he explained, “An old golfers favorite is, ‘Never up, never in’.”

“Oh, that will never do!” exclaimed the wife. “That’s what started the argument in the first place!”

Learning Manners

The teacher addressed the students during a good manners and etiquette class, “If you were courting a well educated young girl from a prominent family, and during the dinner you needed to go to the toilet, what would you say to her?”

Mike replied, “I’ll be back a minute, I’m going to go pee.”

The teacher said, “That would be very rude and improper on your part.”

Charlie replied, “I’m sorry, but I need to go to the toilet. I’ll be back in a minute.”

The teacher said, “That’s better but to mention the word ‘toilet’ during a meal, is unpleasant.”

Just then little Johnny piped up, “My dear, please excuse me for a moment. I have to go shake hands with a dear personal friend with whom I hope to introduce to you after dinner.”

Panty Parrot

Three nuns passed every day through a street that led them from Church to a Reformatory. They noticed a parrot that stood at the entrance of a big residential house.

Every time they passed in front of that house, the bird would pronounce three sequential colors.

One day, they heard, “Yellow, blue, black.”

One of the nuns noticed that those colors perfectly matched the colors of their underwear!

She mentioned her discovery to the other two nuns, but they both were reluctant to believe that could be possible.

The next day, they all wore black underwear and passed in front of the house, and very precisely the parrot spoke, “Black, black, black.”

Hearing that, the three nuns were astonished.

One of the nuns spoke up, “Girls, tomorrow we are going to trick that bird.”

After saying that, she recommended that the next day, none of them should be wearing ANY panties under their vestments.

Respecting their agreement, the next day they wore none, and proceeded to pass in front of the parrot’s house.

They peaked at the bird.

At the beginning, the parrot looked a bit puzzled. He swung back and forth on the cane he was perched on.

Then, after a while, the Parrot spoke, “Straight, Straight, Curly!”

Sunday, June 5, 2016


Even Lower Than Before

Up until the 20th of May, things were looking pretty good, but now the daily numbers continue to suffer. I’ve got a theory, but I could be wrong. Judging by the visitors I’m currently getting, it looks as though there aren’t as many bots. They look as if they are real people. If this is the case, then I’m not actually losing visitors… I’m just catching a break from the bots that have plagued Flush Twice for the past decade.

Perhaps the hosting companies are finally patching their systems, but I’m guessing the botnets are regrouping for an even uglier assault. We shall see.

Weekend Jokes Won’t Last

Here’s the deal: 5 days a week is about 260 jokes a year. 7 days a week means I need to scrounge up another 105 more. I’m not saying it isn’t possible… I’m saying that given the amount of money I’m being paid to do this job ($zero), it’s not worth pushing myself that hard.

Five per week is fair enough. I only started posting on the weekends because I wanted to see if it would gain Flush Twice more visitors, and that’s been a total bust.

The good news is that since there’s a bunch of jokes already scheduled, weekend jokes will continue through June. In July, we revert back to Monday through Friday.

“Comics?”

Thanks for asking. As you know, the jokes are more like “found content” because people just e-mail them to me, and I clean them up (editing/formatting/grammar/spelling/tense/etc.)and re-post them here. It doesn’t require too much creativity. It’s more like an assembly line job.

Comics, on the other hand, require me to come up with something somewhat original. It takes time to come up with the idea, time to make the art, time to format the post, time to fix the mistakes I made along the way… Yeah, it takes time, and right now I’m using my spare time to get things done around the house, get some rest, and help out family and friends.

Once I get things cleaned up, get some rest, and people stop bugging me, then I’ll get back to making comics. Til then,

Pax,

-f2x