A man was walking down the street when suddenly he heard a voice from out of nowhere: “Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you.”
The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him.
Astonished, the man continued walking, and after awhile he was going to cross the road when once again the voice shouted: “Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step, a car will run over you and you will die.”
The man did as he was instructed, and sure enough, a car came careening around the corner, barely missing him.
Looking around him, the man shouted out, “Where are you? Who are you?”
“I am your guardian angel,” the voice answered.
“Oh yeah?” said the man. “And just where were you when I got married?”
As their mother prepared breakfast, the two young brothers were arguing over who should get the first pancake.
Their mother saw it as an opportunity to teach them a moral lesson. “Now boys, if Jesus were sitting here, He would say, ‘I can wait. Let my brother have the first pancake.'”
The 9 year old turned to his younger brother and said, “Did you hear that, Louis? You get to be Jesus today!”
A young man was availed and opportunity to ask a local millionaire how he made his fortune.
The old man leaned back in his chair and said, “Well, son, it was 35 years ago, and I was down to my last nickel. I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents. The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month.”
“So you made your fortune selling apples?”
“No, by then my wife’s father had died and left us two million dollars.”
Mark was very nervous about his doctor’s appointment, and was being very private about it.
When the doctor entered the room, Mark revealed his condition. Apparently his bum had leaves sprouting out of it, and not just any leaves; they were lettuce leaves!
The doctor carefully examined his patient, and after a few moments of poking and prodding he stood up and shook his head.
“Doctor, can you get rid of the lettuce leaves? Will I be alright?” Mark asked pleadingly.
“It’s hard to say,” replied the doctor, “but from what I can tell, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
Marvin hadn’t been to the movies in many years, but on a whim he decided to visit the newly constructed theater downtown. While the new building was very impressive, the ticket prices were much higher than he was expecting.
As Marvin handed over his money he commented, “Back in my day, the ticket prices were a mere fraction of what you’re charging!”
“Well you’re in for a real treat today, Sir,” said the man behind the counter. “These days the shows have sound!”
A man walked into a bar and ordered a drink. As the bartender served the beverage, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a rat. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a tiny piano. The rat stretched, cracked his knuckles, and proceeded to expertly play the piano.
The man finished his drink, and ordered another one. As the bartender served the next drink, the man reached into another pocket, pulled out a bullfrog, and set it next to the tiny piano. The bullfrog began to sing along with the rat’s music.
A stranger from the other end of the bar came down and offered the man $100.00 for the bullfrog.
“Sorry,” the man replied, “he’s not for sale.”
The stranger increased the offer to $250.00.
“No,” he insisted, “he’s not for sale.”
The stranger again increased the offer, this time to $500.00 cash.
The man finally agreed, and turned the frog over to the stranger in exchange for the money.
“Are you insane?” the bartender cried. “That frog was worth millions, and you let him go for a mere $500!”
“Don’t worry about it.” the man answered. “The frog wasn’t anything special. You see, the rat’s a ventriloquist.”
A strong storm blew across the Caribbean, and a very expensive yacht sank without a trace. The only two survivors was the boat’s owner, Mr. Worthmore and the steward, Tino who managed to swim to a tiny island.
After reaching land, the steward was crying and very upset that they would never be found.
Mr. Worthmore on the other hand was quite calm, and relaxed against a tree.
“Mr. Worthmore, how can you be so calm?” cried Tino. “We’re going to die on this lonely island. We’ll never be discovered here.”
“Sit down and listen to what I have to say, Tino.” began the confident Mr. Worthmore.
“Five years ago, I gave the United Way $500,000 and another $500,000 to my church. I donated the same amounts four years ago. And, three years ago, I did very well in the stock market, so I contributed $750,000 to each. Last year, business was good, so each got a million dollars.” stated Mr. Worthmore.
“What does that have to do with anything?” shouted Tino.
“Well, it’s time for their annual fundraising drives, and they won’t rest till they find me!” smiled Mr. Worthmore.
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.