Gail’s Sunday Pic
Sunday, December 21, 2025
2025 Year in Review
So it's been kind of a mixed bag this year. Sadly, my Aunt Pam passed away back in February, then my cat, Alex, died in June. On the plus side, I got Murphy in August, and I finally managed to pay off what was left of my old revolving credit card debt that I've had hanging over me for 40 years.
Born on June 22, 2025, Murphy is about 6 months old as of this post. I picked him up off Craig's List for $10 when he was about 7 weeks old. Since then I've spent about $1300 over 5 vet visits to make sure he got all his shots and yes that includes neutering. Where Alex merely tolerated Gail, Murphy adores her. and the two are regularly seen snuggling up to one another. Those photos aren't staged. These two are really that close.
In spite of everything, I'm still gainfully employed. it's highly doubtful AI is going to take my job anytime soon, so I guess I can be thankful for that. On the other hand I recently found out I have chronic kidney disease, so that's no beuno. I won't find out until January if lifestyle and medication changes are going to be enough to keep it from progressing. Fingers crossed.
On a lighter note, I've started occasionally live-streaming Tarot card readings on Twitch. No, I don't actually believe in magical mumbo-jumbo, but there is an art to the craft. I look at Tarot as basically being psychology with flashcards. There are 78 cards, and each card can have different and multiple meanings depending on its context. When you know what you're doing you can ALWAYS match randomly dealt cards to the context. Form a coherent narrative around the cards and you can actually gain an altered perspective on your situation that may give you more confidence in facing your problems.
So that's about it for 2025. Not gonna lie: While it wasn't all bad, this year sucked pretty hard. I can't make any promises, but I fully intend on putting out more than 2 comics in 2026, and I might even include a few more jokes and rants.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everybody!
Pax,
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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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Author Archives: f2x
The New Clock
Alfred called his wife, Gladis into the bedroom, “I want to show you the new clock I got today.”
She went into the bedroom and find him with his pants down. “That’s not a clock!” said Gladis.
“It will be once you put two hands and a face on it.”
The Bull Auction
A middle aged couple went to a livestock show one fine Sunday afternoon and were watching the auctioning of the bulls.
The auctioneer announced the first bull, “A fine specimen, this bull reproduced 57 times last year.”
The wife nudged her husband in the ribs and commented, “See! That was more than once a week!”
The second bull was up next. “Another fine specimen,” said the auctioneer, “This wonder reproduced 120 times last year.”
Again the wife nudged her husband, “Hey, that’s more than twice a week. What do you say to that?”
Her husband was getting really annoyed with this comparison.
It wasn’t long and the third bull went up for sale. “And this extraordinary specimen reproduced 365 times last year!” announced the auctioneer.
The wife slaps her husband on the arm and scolded, “That’s once a day, every day of the year! How about you?”
The husband was pretty irritated by now and shot back, “Sure, once a day! Great! But go ask that auctioneer if they were all with the same cow!”
Group Therapy
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children. “You all have obsessions,” he observed.
To the first mother, Mary, he said, “You are obsessed with eating. You’ve even named your daughter Candy.”
He turned to the second Mom, Ann: “Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.”
He turned to the third Mom, Joyce: “Your obsession is alcohol. This too shows itself in your child’s name, Brandy.”
At this point, the fourth mother, Kathy, quietly got up, took her little boy by the hand, and whispered,
“Come on, Dick, this guy has no idea what he’s talking about. Let’s pick up Peter and Willy from school and get some dinner.”
Sally Rottencrotch
Out of town on business, Jerry went to an infamous brothel, known for a gal named Sally. He was shown to her room, and found her laying naked on the bed. “Go ahead, but let me know how it is,” she said.
After a few minutes Jerry said, “It’s not bad but a bit loose.”
“Get off for a moment,” said Sally
Jerry got up, and Sally reached down and fiddled about with her privates.
“Try it now.” she said.
He did and found it was a little better but still a too loose. He told her so, and she repeated her actions. When Jerry tried it again it was perfect!
After Jerry had finished, he asked, “How do you manage to adjust its size to fit anyone?”
“Well,” she said, “I’ve been in this business for some time and have developed warts on one side and wormholes on the other. I just button them up.”
The Power of the Cross
Two nuns sat at a traffic light in their car when a bunch of rowdy drunks pulled up alongside.
“Oi, get your tits out, you penguins!” shouts one of the drunks.
The Mother Superior turns to Sister Immaculata, “I don’t think they know who we are; show them your cross.”
So, Sister Immaculata winds down her window and shouts, “Fuck off, you little wankers, before I come over there and rip your balls off!”
Sister Immaculata looks back at the Mother Superior and asks “Was that cross enough?”
Sunday, November 5, 2017
That Generation
I hope you don’t mind… I’m going to take a moment to vent a little. To give context, I work for a company where the overwhelming majority is in their late 50’s to late 60’s. While some of them are generally wonderful people, there’s more than a handful that say and do things that a Christian couldn’t fathom, yet these people staunchly identify themselves as Christians.
“We was raised to show respect.”
It’s with palpable irony that this phrase is frequently uttered without a hint of any respect for the person it’s directed at. Their platitudes and other thought terminating clichés have stirred up the violent and the stupid. They polarize then politicize nearly every concept, then make it a contest to see how absurdly far that they can take their assertions. It usually reaches its peak when someone suggests “They ought to take those people out back and have’em shot!” The rest of the clique nods in satisfied agreement as an air of smugness fills the room. The lack of compassion is nauseating.
I guess I can take solace in the fact that in about a decade or two, their influence and numbers will be drastically reduced, and in three decades they’ll pretty much all be dead and forgotten. The “Me generation” and all their narcism will serve only as a cautionary tale about the shameful deed of killing your own soul.
May God have mercy on them, because history will not be kind.
Pax,
-f2x
Dealing with the Deaf
Too Many Kids
Zeke and Emmy Lou got married and had a new baby every year or less.
After their 13th baby was born, the couple told the doctor that they were going to stop having babies as soon as they figured out what was causing them.
The doctor suggested to Zeke that he try covering the organ before they made love.
Sure enough, in a short time Emmy Lou was pregnant again, and the doctor asked Zeke if he tried covering his organ like he had suggested they do.
Zeke said, “We don’t have an organ, Doc, but we did throw a blanket over the piano.”
Sexual Endurance
Two old coots were both only a year short of retirement from the assembly line, but one Monday morning that didn’t keep Joe from boasting to Kenny about his sexual endurance.
“Three times,” gasped Kenny admiringly. “How’d you do it?”
“It was easy.” Joe looked down modestly. “I made love to my wife, and then I rolled over and took a ten- minute nap. When I woke up again, I made love to her again and took another ten-minute nap. And then I put it to her again. Can you believe it! I woke up this morning feeling like a bull, I’ll tell you.”
“I gotta try it,” said Kenny.
So that night Kenny made love to his wife, took a ten-minute nap, made love to her again, took another nap, woke up and made love to her a third time, then rolled over and fell sound asleep.
Kenny woke up feeling like a million bucks, pulled on his clothes, and ran to the factory, where he found his boss waiting outside for him.
“What’s up, Boss?” he asked. “I’ve been working for you for twenty years and never been late once. You aren’t going to hold these twenty minutes against me now, are you?”
“What twenty minutes?” growled the boss. “Where the fuck were you on Tuesday and Wednesday?”


