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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Aging Romance
Claude and Maude were both in their 80’s. Both of them were living in the same retirement village in Florida.
One evening they met at the singles club meeting and discovered over time that they enjoyed each others company.
After several weeks of meeting for coffee, Claude asked Maude out for dinner and much to his delight, she accepted.
They had a lovely evening.
They dined at the most romantic restaurant in town. Despite their age, they went to his place for an after-dinner drink.
Things continued along a natural course and age being no inhibitor, Maude soon joined Claude for a most enjoyable roll in the sack. As they were basking in the glow of the magic moments they’d shared, each was lost for a time in their own thoughts.
Claude was thinking, “If I’d known she was a virgin, I would have been gentler.”
Meanwhile, Maude was thinking, “If I’d known he could still do it, I would have taken off my pantyhose.”
Bass Note Bracelet
A lady walked into a fancy jewelry store. She browsed around, spotted a beautiful diamond bracelet and walked over to inspect it.
As she bent over to look more closely she inadvertently broke wind. Very embarrassed, she looked around nervously to see if anyone had noticed her little accident and prayed that a sales person wasn’t nearby.
As she turned around, her worst nightmare materialized in the form of a salesman standing right behind her.
Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greeted the lady with, “Good day, Madam How may we help you today?”
Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may not have been there at the time of her little accident, she asked, “Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?”
He answered, “Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you’re going to shit when I tell you the price.”
Endearing Terms
A guy was invited to an old friend’s home for dinner. His buddy, an elderly gentleman, preceded every request to his wife by endearing terms, calling her Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc.
He was impressed since the couple had been married almost 60 years.
While the wife was off in the kitchen he said to his buddy, “I think it’s wonderful that after all the years you’ve been married, you still call your wife those pet names.”
His buddy hung his head. “To tell you the truth, I forgot her name about ten years ago.”
The Sunday School Teacher
After the Sunday services, the man approached the lovely young Sunday school teacher and asked, “How about you and I having dinner on Tuesday?”
“Why Yes, that would be nice,” the lady responded.
That Tuesday he picked the lady up and took her to the finest restaurant. When they sat down, the man suggested, “Would you like a cocktail before dinner?”
“Oh, no,” said the woman, “What ever would I tell my Sunday school class?”
The man felt a little humbled by the remark, but they went on to have a lovely dinner. After dinner he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and asked, “Would you care for a cigarette?”
“Oh my goodness no!” exclaimed the woman. “I couldn’t face my Sunday School class if I did”
Again the man felt a tinge of shame for tempting the Sunday school teacher.
A while later he was driving the lady home and passed by the local motel. He’d been morally rebuffed twice already and figured he had nothing to lose. He ventured forth with, “how would you like to stop at this motel?”
“Sure, that would be nice,” she said with anticipation.
The man couldn’t believe his ears. He spun the car around, pulled into a parking space in front of a room, and checked in.
The next morning after a wild and passionate night, the two woke up in each other’s arms. The man looked into her eyes and asked, “What ever are you going to tell your Sunday School class?”
The lady gave him a lecherously tempting smile and said, “The same thing I always tell them: ‘You don’t have to smoke and drink to have a good time.'”
Getting a Sample
An 85-year-old man went to his doctor’s office and while there the Doctor asked for a sperm count. He gave the man a jar and said, “Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow.”
The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor’s office and gave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day.
The doctor asked what happened and the man explained, “Well, doc, it’s like this – First I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing. Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then her left, still nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with her teeth out, and still nothing. We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, first with both hands, then an armpit and she even tried squeezin’ it between her knees, but still nothing.”
The doctor was shocked! “You asked your neighbor?”
The old man replied, “Yep. And no matter what we tried, we still couldn’t get the jar open.”
Sunday, June 18, 2017
The Heat is On
Don’t take this politically, but the weather has been rather warm so far this season, and this Wednesday is only the first day of summer. I work in a factory that is hot in the winter and even hotter in the summer, and to be honest, I really hate the heat. On the bright side, my tomato plants are looking amazing this year.
I’m experimenting with hanging tomato pots. Don’t be dense and confuse them with the “Topsy Turvy™” As Seen on TV stuff. This is where you take a hanging flower pot, cut out the grill on the drainage hole, fish a small tomato plant through, then backfill will a high-end potting soil. I’m testing seven different varieties this year. So far the Supersonic is the largest, but the Sugary has the most fruit. The rest are doing OK, but they’ve fallen way behind the other two.
And I’m falling behind as well… The heat makes me lazy. It’s after 8pm this Sunday, and I’m just getting around to writing this so called “rant”. It’s not really a rant. I’m too hot and tired to rant. Here in a moment I’m going to take a cool shower and get ready for bed. You know, I worked yesterday, so sleeping in today was an obligation. It just started raining outside, so I ought to sleep good tonight. Sometimes you need that extra rest.
The kk Star Rating plugin was updated this past week. That’s a good sign. It means that this plugin might just be around for a little while. I also had time to check it out a little. It doesn’t create its own database. Instead, it stores the ratings inside the posts’ metadata. After looking at the metadata it generates, I can safely say that it stores visitor votes with an encrypted hash. This means it does not store the actual IP address, and there would be no way for me to ever tell who voted for what. That’s kind of a bummer for me, but at least you know your privacy is protected if you decide to rate a joke… or comic… or rant…
OK, so the jokes are queued up, and I pretty much don’t care what happens. I gotta be at work in the morning, and it will likely be another 6 days of mostly 10 hour shifts. Hopefully I’ll get around to actually working on those profile pages some time this week, but don’t hold your breath
Pax,
-f2x
update Wed, Jun, 21:
Happy longest day of the year and all… It seems like some hosting companies were abusing the privilege, so I’ve started blocking feeds. If this negatively affects you, just drop me a line and I’ll restore it.
-f2x
Ben There – Done That.
Mildred’s Heart Condition
Mildred and Chester knew each other from childhood but were in their seventies when they got married. They had to wait for Millard’s mother to pass away first.
Back in those days there was no hanky panky before marriage, so Chester and Mildred were both still virgins.
Needless to say Chester was pretty excited on their wedding night, having waited so patiently all those years.
However, Mildred was very apprehensive as she had developed a heart condition and would have to tell Chester that they could not do it.
Chester was sitting on the bed wanting Mildred to hurry up. He detected a little reluctance on her part. Thinking that she was shy he sent her off to the bathroom to get undressed.
When she reappeared in her silk satin nightie, he got her to sit next to him on the bed. Not knowing how to get things started he pulled the first strap on her nightie.
She blushed just as red as her silk satin nightie, but she was still apprehensive about explaining her heart condition.
Meanwhile Chester was looking at the first breast he had seen since his own mother’s. It was hanging there down to her belly button! Apparently gravity took it’s toll over some sixty years. He noted her anxiety but figured she was just nervous about her first time.
He then pulled the second strap and saw the second breast unroll downward before him.
Poor Mildred was beside herself. She had to tell Chester about her heart. With a quivering voice and mustering up all her courage, she said, “Chester I have acute angina.”
Chester replied, “I sure hope so. Cuz you’ve shore got ugly tits.”
The New Housekeeper
A young guy was in between the sheets with a married woman when they heard the front door open.
“It’s my husband,” the woman said as she jumped out of the bed and pulled on a dress. “Here start ironing these,” and she tossed him a pile of shirts.
A moment later the husband walked in and asked why a strange man was ironing the shirts.
She told him that he was the new housekeeper.
For some inexplicable reason the husband accepted this bizarre explanation and went about his business.
The poor bloke stayed and finished the shirts, then walked down the street to catch the bus.
He couldn’t help but talk about what just happened to the man waiting next to him.
The man looked at him and said,”Are you talking about that nice looking brunette who lives in the two story brick job a couple blocks down on the corner?”
“Why yes I am. Do you know her?”
“Know her?” he said. “I’m the guy who washed those damned shirts!”


