Suzy came in from playing outside and went up to sit on her grandfather’s lap. “Grandpa,” said, little Suzy, “will you make some frog sounds for me?”
Puzzled by this request, her grandfather asked, “Why?”
“Because,” explained Suzy, “Daddy says that when you croak, we’re all going to Disneyland!”
There was a lady in her 90’s who became a bit of local celebrity since she had recently gotten married. The local news station decided to interview her. The interviewer asked questions about what it was like to be newlywed in her 90’s.
“This isn’t my first husband, so it’s not much different than the others,” she replied with a smile.
“Oh? How many husbands have you had?” the interviewer inquired.
“This one will be my fourth,” she replied. “I was married in my 20’s to a banker, then my 40’s to a circus performer. After that I married a preacher.”
“What does your current husband do?”
“Oh he’s a funeral director.”
The interviewer laughed and then asked how she came to marry these men from such different backgrounds and personalities.
“It always made sense to me,” she replied. “I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.”
A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was recklessly speeding down Main Street.
“But officer,” the man began, “I can explain.”
“Just be quiet,” snapped the officer. “I’m going to let you cool your heels in jail until the chief gets back.”
“But, officer, I just wanted to say,…”
“And I said keep quiet! You’re going to jail!”
A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, “Lucky for you that the chief’s at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a good mood when he gets back.”
“Not likely,” answered the fellow in the cell. “I’m the groom.”
What’s the difference between a Jew and a pizza? A pizza doesn’t scream when you put it in the oven.
What’s the difference between a black man and a pizza? A pizza can feed a family of four.
What’s the worse part about being a black Jew? You have to sit at the back of the oven.
A couple of hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn’t seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services. He pleads to the operator, “I think my friend is dead! What can I do?”
The operator, in a calm soothing voice says, “Just take it easy. I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.”
There is a silence, then a shot is heard.
The guy’s voice comes back on the line and says, “OK, now what?”
A nice, calm and respectable woman went into a pharmacy, looked the pharmacist straight in his eyes and said, “I would like to buy some cyanide.”
The pharmacist asked, “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”
The woman replied, “I need it to poison my husband.”
The pharmacist’s eyes got big and he exclaimed, “Lord, have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband! That’s against the law! My license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen! No! You cannot have any cyanide!”
The woman reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.
The pharmacist looked at the picture and calmly replied, “Well now, that’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription.”
OK, so back to the story… Brandon kicked Tyler out by getting him back in Reserves. Apparently he’s been living at the Reserve Unit this whole time. SSG Bromite realizes this isn’t going to work.
Basically I don’t have to. There isn’t anyone getting payed to do this, so no one’s going to get fired if I take an extended vacation.
A long time ago I used to be active in the webcomic’s scene… OK, I just posted in a forum devoted to webcomics, acting like I actually had some kind of talent, but I digress. Since then, a lot of the struggling webcomics like mine are gone. Many of their domains expired, and they ended up in the hands of those weird spammy Asians who think they can make a buck off it somehow. Occasionally I think about those webcomics. Some of them were pretty good too. Maybe they were a bit too weird to ever get a wide audience, but these people put their hearts into something they thought they could do, and now they are gone. It kind of makes me sad.
So even if I never post another update again, I’ve kind of vowed that no one else is ever, ever, going to take over my domain (unless they offer me a lot of money), and since it’s mine, I may just get something out of it by posting my jokes and comics when the mood moves me. Today it moved me.
Like the movie, “Rubber”, this site is an homage to the “no reason“. Why do I do this? Absolutely no fucking reason.
A guy runs into a stunning hooker in a bar. After the initial ice breaker and small talk she says, “This is your lucky night. I’m running a special. I’ll do absolutely anything you want for $300, as long as you can say it in three words.”
The guy thinks it over and says to himself, “Hey, why not?”
He pulls his wallet out of his pocket, and lays three hundred-dollar bills one at a time on the bar as he slowly says, “Paint… my… house.”
This one is kind of fun for me as it’s actually costing me $3500 to get my house painted right now.
Four nuns were in a car crash and died. They went to the Pearly Gates and stood before St. Peter.
He said: “Before I let you into heaven, I have to make sure you’re pure. Have any of you had anything to do with a man’s private parts?”
The first said: “I saw a penis once.”
Peter replied: “Wash your eyes with the holy water from the fount and then you can enter heaven.”
The second said: “I touched a man’s penis once.”
Peter replied: “Wash your hands in the fount and then you can enter heaven.”
Just then the fourth cuts in front of the third. Peter asked “what are you doing?”
She replied: “If I have to gargle with that water, I’m going to do it before Sister Ruth sits in it.”
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.
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.