Gail’s Sunday Pic
Sunday, August 17, 2025
Murphy's Moment
As mentioned a few weeks ago, I lost my beloved orange tabby, Alex, on June 19, 2025. While he had an amazing 16 year run, his passing came much sooner than it should have. I still miss him dearly.
Fortunately cats are pretty easy to come by. All you need is Craigslist and a little patience. After watching religiously for about 7 weeks, anyone could find the exact cat they were looking for... and that's how I got Murphy! Come to think of it, that's kinda how I got Alex as well.
Murphy was born on June 22, 2025. This tasty little hash brown was listed Tuesday night. I texted the number the next morning and went right round to go see him that afternoon. He was perfect, so I paid the $10 "rehoming" fee and took him to be my newest, bestest buddy.
Ten bucks probably sounds like a pretty good deal, right? Well... Yesterday he had his first vet appointment, and the bill wasn't cheap. I already knew he had ear mites because he had been scratching at his ears, so I swabbed them and looked at it under an old microscope of mine. Let's just say they threw in the ear mite cleaning FOR FREE because they were already able to cover a yacht payment with everything else they charged me for!
His follow up booster shot is in 3 weeks. Cha-ching! smh.
As of this Sunday, I've had him a total of about 4 days, and so far he's cost me well over $500! At least he's comfortable and feels right at home. While he can't jump up on the bed yet, his needle like claws allow him to climb up the side of the mattress like Spider-cat, and then he likes to snuggle up with me an Gail... Which kinda worries me, cuz him being so small and all, he's liable to get flattened!
To recap: I got another cat. He's orange, he's smol, and he's a little spitfire. That's about all I have to say on the subject at the moment, but I'm sure there will be more photo ops along the way.
Pax,
-f2xGET THE PLUNGER!
What is Flush Twice?
Flush Twice has been around since May of 2003. It started out as a JOTD (Joke of the Day) website. New jokes were published every weekday. Over the years, good jokes were increasingly hard to come by, and eventually they got so rare that I just stopped trying to publish them.
Since 2004 there has also been an eponymous comic. I still occasionally publish a new one on Saturdays. It’s also rare anymore, but sometimes it happens.
Here lately I’ve been posting a “Link of the Day”. For the time being, I will be featuring a new website from my enormous collection of bookmarked websites every weekday. None of it is solicited promotions, and no one is paying me to feature their site. These are just websites that at one time I thought were interesting enough to add to my bookmarks folder.
I highly encourage using some kind of ad blocking extension before clicking on any of these links. You’ll also hear me say this phrase a lot about these posts: “They can’t all be winners.” But it’s better than just leaving the site abandoned.
The jokes were generously provided by friends and visitors such as yourself. I want to express my eternal thanks to everyone over the years who helped contribute to the collection.
So what is it that makes a joke funny?
It all boils down to a sudden shift in perception. The story starts you thinking one way, then the punchline turns that thinking on its ear. The art of the joke is to craft a short story that isn’t overly contrived, then deliver a punchline that suddenly shifts your perception about the story you were being told.
Many of the jokes on this site are offensive, and I make no apologies for it. Offensive jokes work by making the reader uncomfortable through the use of a taboo subject thus enhancing the underlying humor. Without the offensive element, the joke would simply not be as funny.
(Just thought you might like to know.)
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Monthly Archives: March 2018
Taking too Long to Tee off
Marty stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn’t start his backswing.
Finally his exasperated partner asked, “What the hell is taking so long?”
“My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse,” Marty explained, “and I want to hit the perfect shot.”
“You can forget about that!” his companion exclaimed. “There’s no way in hell of hitting her from here.”
The Four Animals of a Woman’s Desire
Valerie and Linda were chatting over coffee, when Linda remarked, “All I want out of life is the four animals that my Mom always said I would need.”
Puzzled, Valerie asked, “Really and what four animals would that be?”
Linda took a sip from her coffee and said, “A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a tiger in the bed, and a jackass to pay for all of it.”
On the Subject of Southern Women
Three cowboys were sitting in a bar discussing Southern women.
“I think Southern women are the prettiest,” one of them said.
“I think Southern women are the toughest,” said another.
The third said, “I think they’re the most polite of all women. That’s why they don’t like group sex.”
His friends looked at him, confused. “They don’t like group sex?”
“Nope, too many thank-you notes to write.”
The Vicar’s Bath
The local vicar is having a bath, and he’s a little bored, so he decides to, ‘pleasure’ himself. He’s quite happily tugging away, reaches the old moment of bliss, and opens his eyes only to see, at the window, the window cleaner, jaw agape at what he’s just seen.
A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rings – it’s the window cleaner..
The vicar is understandably embarrassed, and asks the man how much he owes him.
“50 quid” comes the reply.
“50 quid?!?” says the vicar, startled.
“Yep, fifty quid or I tell the whole parish about what I saw, you perv.”
So the vicar hands over the cash, and the cleaner gets on his way. The following week, the bishop’s round for his supper and is having a wander round the vicar’s house, admiring his lovely home.
He says to the vicar, “Lovely clean windows you’ve got there vicar, who does them for you?”
“Oh, a guy from the village does them for me, he does a great job,” replies the vicar.
“Oh, yeah. How much does he charge you, then?”
“Well,” replies the vicar, “fifty quid, actually”
“Fifty quid? Blimey!” says the bishop. “He must have seen you coming.”
Colonoscopy
Stan was a little nervous and embarrassed about his up-coming colonoscopy, so on a recommendation, he decided to have it done while visiting a few of his friends on the west coast, where the beautiful nurses at one clinic were allegedly more gentle and accommodating.
As he laid naked on the table, the gorgeous nurse began to prep Stanly for the procedure.
“Don’t worry, at this stage of the procedure it’s quite normal to get an erection,” the nurse assured Stan.
“I don’t have an erection,” he replied.
“Maybe not,” the nurse gently cooed, “but I sure do.”
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Political Brain Damage
You know, no one on the political left would ever accept the notion that I could fit in with the democrats. And while I tend to lean a little to the right, people on the political right have views that are far too authoritarian for me to abide. When I step back and look at both sides, I realize the sad truth that they suffer from a kind of political brain damage. For them it’s impossible to impartially look at virtually any issue and come to a rational conclusion. Their prejudice prevents them from any deviation to the stare decisis, even in the face of obvious evidence that contradicts the judgement of those past precedences. Basically it’s like talking to a brick wall.
We live in a age where anything can be a hot-button issue. Make no mistake, both sides are super touchy when it comes to being politically correct. If you don’t recite their dogma within the approved party lines, there will be an uproar. It’s been my personal experience that it doesn’t take much to send a right-wing snowflake on an endless rant just by bringing up any subject that touches on LGBT issues, abortion, gun control, or the weather, and you can get similar results from a liberal when bringing up the subject of LGBT, abortion, gun control, the weather, or basically the time of day.
In the end, I think we’re screwed. Too many of us have been psychologically damaged by the political echo chambers. You can’t even tell someone why you like Kirk’s castile soap over Irish Spring without them trying to twist it into a conspiratorial political agenda. The next step is a complete system collapse wherein everybody with extreme views squares off and has a fight to the death.
Maybe when it’s all over and the dust settles, we can get on with creating that super-amazing future society that science fiction has been taunting us with for nearly a century.
Pax,
-f2x
An Awful Relationship
Reincarnating Nuns
Three Italian nuns died and went to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they were met by St. Peter.
He said, “Sisters, you all led such exemplary lives that the Lord is granting you six months to go back to earth and be reincarnated as anyone you wish to be.”
The first nun said, “I want to be Sophia Loren..”
And, poof, she was gone.
The second said, “I want to be Madonna.”
And, poof, she was gone.
The third said, “I want to be Alberta Pipalini..”
St. Peter looked perplexed. “Who?”, he asked.
“Alberta Pipalini,” replied the nun.
St. Peter shook his head and said, “I’m sorry, but that name just doesn’t ring a bell.”
The nun then took a newspaper out of her habit and handed it to St. Peter.
St. Peter read the paper and started laughing. He handed it back to her and said, “No sister, the paper says it was the ‘Alberta Pipeline’ that was laid by 1,400 men in 6 months.”
Top 10 Signs that Your Son has Grown Too Old for Breast Feeding
10. He can open your blouse by himself.
9. While suckling at one breast, he caresses the other.
8. He has developed a bad habit of flicking his tongue.
7. He keeps slipping dollar bills in your belt.
6. He uses your milk as creamer for his coffee.
5. Your birth control pills interfere with his acne medicine.
4. After each feeding, he has a smoke.
3. He frequently invites his friends over for dinner.
2. You feel an uncontrollable urge to listen to Dueling Banjos.
1. Beard abrasions on areola.