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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Stabbing Pains
Shawn was on the phone with his ex-wife Margery. Somehow their conversation drifted from child custody issues to aches and pains.
Margery asked, “Well do you ever get a shooting pain in your neck as if someone were stabbing a voodoo doll with a long sharp pin?”
“No, not really,” he replied.
There was a brief pause before Margery asked, “How about now?”
Luggage Problems
A flight attendant watched a passenger trying to stuff his belongings in the overhead bin of the plane. It seemed obvious that he should have checked his over-sized luggage.
Irritated, the man snorted, “I don’t have this problem when I fly other airlines.”
The flight attendant smiled, “When you fly other airlines, I don’t have this problem either.”
To Say Grace
Karen invited some friends to dinner. At the table, she turned to her six-year-old daughter and said, “Would you like to say grace?”
The little girl fumbled a bit and said, “I wouldn’t know what to say, Mommy.”
“Just say a prayer that you’ve heard me say before,” said the mother.
The girl thought for a minute, then bowed her head and said, “Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?”
First Aid Fun
“You’re late!” sneered the manager to his blonde secretary.
“It was awful,” she explained. “I was walking to work down Elm street and there was a terrible accident. A man was thrown from his car and he was lying in the middle of the street. His leg was broken, his skull was fractured, and there was blood everywhere. Thank God I took that first aid course.”
“What did you do?” asked the manager.
“I sat down and put my head between my knees to keep from fainting.”
Hang Gliding Hillbilly
You don’t see too many people hang-gliding deep down in Kentucky, but Ol’ John Hickory decided to save up and get a hang glider. He took his new toy to the highest mountain and readied to take flight. After a taking a few deep breaths, John took off running and when he reached the edge he sailed off into the wind.
Meanwhile, Maw and Paw were sitting on their porch swing, talking about the good ol’ days. That’s when maw spotted the biggest bird she had ever seen!
Maw pointed to the sky and said, “Look at the size of that bird, Paw!”
As he stood to his feet, Paw said, “Git me my gun, Maw.”
After briefly running into the house, Maw brought Paw his pump action shotgun.
He took careful aim before taking his shot, then BLAM!
The monster bird continued to sail silently over the tree tops.
With a look of concern, Maw said, “I think ya missed him, Paw.”
“Yeah,” replied Paw, “but at least he let go of Ol’ John!”
Smells Like Outrage
To Be Six Again
Over breakfast one morning, Dale asked his wife what she would like for her birthday.
“I’d love to be six again,” she replied.
A few days later on the morning of her birthday, Dale got her up bright and early and took her to a local amusement park. They rode the roller coaster, the log floom, the carousel, and every other ride imaginable.
Several hours later, they staggered out of the park and went to a fast food restaurant for cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes.
After that, it was off to the movies! They saw the latest Disney adventure complete with popcorn, candy, and sodas!
Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed.
He leaned over and lovingly asked, “Well, dear, what was it like being six again?”
She sat up in bed and glared at him, “You moron! I meant my dress size.”
Counting Bricks
While visiting the Annapolis Naval Academy, a tourist noticed several students on their hands and knees assessing the courtyard with pencils and clipboards in hand.
“What are they doing?” she asked the tour guide.
“Every year,” the guide replied with a grin, “the upperclassmen ask the freshmen how many bricks it took to finish paving this courtyard.”
Out of earshot of the freshmen, the curious lady asked the guide, “So tell me, what’s the correct answer?”
The guide guide raised an eyebrow and said, “One.”
The Springing Kangaroo
A kangaroo kept getting out of his enclosure at the zoo. Knowing that he could hop pretty high, the zoo officials put up a ten-foot fence.
The next morning the kangaroo was out sauntering around the zoo again, so a twenty-foot fence was put up.
Again he got out, so they erected a fence 30 feet high.
The camel in the next pen asked the kangaroo, “How high do you think they’ll go?”
The kangaroo shrugged, “That all depends on how long it takes before somebody starts to lock the gate at night!”


