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
Baptismal Preparations
Before performing a baptism, the priest approached the young father and said solemnly, “Baptism is a serious step. Are you prepared for it?”
“I think so,” the man replied. “My wife has made all the appetizers herself and we have a caterer coming in to provide plenty of sandwiches and cakes for all of our guests.”
“I don’t mean that,” the priest responded. “I mean, are you properly prepared spiritually?”
“Oh, sure,” came the reply. “I’ve got a keg of beer and a case of whiskey.”
Are Your Ears Burning?
A blond walked into the doctor’s office with both of her ears burnt.
The doctor asked what had happened.
“Well,” she said, “I was ironing my work clothes when the phone rang. I accidentally picked up the iron instead of the phone.”
“Well that explains one ear,” chuckled the doc, “but what about the other?”
“They called back.”
The Boss’s Wife
Pete had just gotten a job where his old pal Bob was working. Close to the end of the day, Bob approached Pete and said, “Hey Pete, old buddy… Look, I need a favor. See, I’ve been sleeping with the boss’s wife, and I’d really appreciate it if after work you’d sort of hold him here for about an hour after work.”
“How am I supposed to do that?” asked Pete.
“Just keep asking him questions about your new job,” replied Bob. “He loves giving newbies advice.”
Even though Pete felt a little uneasy about it, he went up to his boss at quitting time and started asking every question he could think of. To his amazement, the boss seemed happy to expound upon the questions, but after thirty minutes he became slightly annoyed and asked Pete what he was really up to.
Pete felt guilty and confessed, “Bob is sleeping with your wife right now, and he asked me to keep you occupied.”
The boss just smiled, and put an understanding hand on Pete’s shoulder. “You better hurry home, son,” he said. “My wife died two years ago.”
What Will They Say About You?
Three elderly gentlemen were talking about what their grandchildren would be saying about them fifty years from now.
“I would like my grandchildren to say,that he was successful in business,” declared the first man.
“Fifty years from now,” said the second, “I want them to say, that he was a loyal family man.”
Turning to the third man, they asked, “So what do you want them to say about you in fifty years?”
“Me?” the third man replied. “I want them to say, ‘He certainly looks good for his age!'”
A Truly Scary Halloween
It was the start of Beggar’s Night, and the door bell rang.
Old Mr. Johnson opened the door to see a young boy in a suit and tie.
Before he knew it, the young boy reached into Mr. Johnson’s candy bowl and took almost half of the candy.
“What’s the meaning of this?” cried the old man.
“Can’t you tell from my costume?” said the young boy as he began to walk away without a hint of shame. “I’m an IRS agent!”
Sunday, October 30, 2016

Do my side posts do anything for you?
Did you ever stop to think that I actually write these side posts? That’s right: I sit down and try to come up with my own original material to amuse and entertain in this sidebar. Even the little images in the corner are either photos I took, or original artwork that I created in a bitmap editor.
At first I was merely trying to be informative with regard to this website in these little asides, but as time went on I just started writing shit for the sake of entertainment. Kind of like that cheeky columnist in the “Life” section of your local newspaper.
I’ve noticed that I can sit down and read the stuff I write, not just here, but in forums, reviews, and e-mails. Occasionally I’ve actually found myself enjoying it, not because of how narcissistic I am, but because I thought the sentences and paragraphs were easy to consume. On more than a few occasions, I actually forgot I was the author of the text I was reading while I was reading it, and just enjoyed the way it “flowed”.
So does any of my original writing do anything for you? Do you even bother to read this text? I never get any feedback on it, and maybe that’s for the best, but no… I’d like to know. Do my stories entertain or bore you?
Let me know what you think in the comments. We’ve got new obviously stolen jokes lined up for Monday through Friday, so don’t forget to stop back and see them.
Pax,
f2x
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Cosmetic Conversation
Karen and Mabel were having lunch together, and discussing their plans for cosmetic procedures.
Karen said, “I need to be honest with you, I’m getting getting lip injections.”
Mabel responded, “Oh really? I’m thinking of having my asshole bleached.”
Just then Karen burst out in laughter, “I just can’t picture your husband as a blonde!”
Prophylactic Packing
A business man packing for a trip glances in his briefcase.
“Honey?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Honey,” he says, in mild exasperation, “why do you persist in putting a condom in my briefcase every time I go on a trip? You know I only have eyes for you. I’d never be unfaithful.”
“Oh, I know, darling, and I trust you,” she replies sweetly, “It’s just that, well you know, with all those terrible diseases out there, it would make me feel better to know that if anything did happen, you’d be protected. So please, darling, take it with you, won’t you? For my sake?”
“Oh, alright, if you put it that way,” he relented, “I’ll do it for you. But for Pete’s sake, give me more than one!”
Ringing Rhythm
One day, Nancy received some terrible news. Her beloved grandfather had just passed away, so she went straight to her grandparents’ house to visit her 92-year-old grandmother and offer her some comfort.
When she asked how her grandfather died, her grandmother replied, “It was a heart attack while we were making love on Saturday morning.”
Nancy felt that two people nearing 100 years of age probably shouldn’t be indulging in such dangerous passions, and said so to her grandmother.
“But you don’t understand, my dear, ” replied her gran. “Many years ago, fully realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous. Simply in on the ‘Ding’ and out on the ‘Dong’. ”
She paused, wiped away a tear and then continued, “And if that damned ice cream truck hadn’t come along, he’d still be alive today!”

