Gail’s Sunday Pic
Sunday, August 4, 2024
Happy Birthday, Gail!
You know I almost forgot it, and just by chance I remembered. Today is Gail's 5th birthday! That's right! That little puppy I started posting pictures of back in 2019 is a full 5 years old today.
You might have noticed I stopped posting weekly pictures of her a while ago. For the most part, she had stopped growing, so there really wasn't that much of a change from week to week. Also, I was having trouble finding the time to make the effort.
Rest assured, Gail keeps on being an indomitable force in my life. Never does a day go by that I'm not forced to wait on hand and foot to this ornery critter. Other than when I'm at work, Gail is almost always with me. You'd think she'd be better behaved by now, but this dog loses her shit every time she sees a ball... or another dog... or food... or just realizes when we've turned down any of the roads on the way to one of her many favorite places.
To say this dog is spoiled would be an understatement. To me, spoiling means you treat them better than they deserve. With my previous dog, Grace, she was so good, spoiling was effectively impossible, but with Gail, spoiling is simply unavoidable. She lacks any sort of self-control or discipline, and she isn't shy about letting you know how she feels in any given situation. If you have her on a leash, you better be careful because she can easily dislocate your shoulder.
But Gail is also easy to love. It's amazing how she is such a people magnet. Gail has her own fan club, and people take walks by my yard just to come up to the fence to say hi to Gail and pet her. She's very friendly and wants nothing more than to eat, play, and be loved.
Oh, and to poop... Soooo much poop!
So happy birthday Baby Gail!
-f2xGET THE PLUNGER!
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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Monthly Archives: April 2019
Everyone Hates Me
Mary was having a tough day. Being a typically moody teenager, she walked into the living room and cried to her mother, “Mom, why does everybody hate me?”
“Oh, Honey,” consoled her mother, “Everybody doesn’t hate you.”
“She’s right, Mary,” remarked her younger brother. “Some people don’t even know you.”
A Little Too Young For That
A nine year old boy was standing on the street corner smoking a cigarette.
A preacher walking by noticed the young lad and scolded, “Aren’t you a little too young to be smoking cigarettes?”
“That’s nothing,” said the kid as he took a puff. “I lost my virginity last year when I was 8.”
“What? How did that happen?” exclaimed the shocked preacher.
“Honestly, I don’t remember,” remarked the boy. “I was too drunk.”
The Panty Imputation
The lady of the house noticed that several pairs of her panties had seemed to have gone missing.
Suspecting the maid had stolen the panties, she accused the housekeeper in front of her husband.
The husband protested the notion and insisted there must be some other explanation for the missing lingerie.
The woman fumed, “Why are you defending this larcenist?”
The maid piped up and explained, “Because he knows I never wear panties!”
Epidural Time
The baby was about due. Janet had been pregnant for nearly 40 weeks with her second child, and she was certain she wanted an epidural for pain management during childbirth.
While keeping in constant contact with her obstetrician, he asked her at which stage of labor she wanted the epidural administered.
Janet thought about it for a moment, then asked, “Can’t you just meet me in the parking lot?”
Lost in the Mail
A man sent a package to a friend by mail, but it never arrived. He went to his local post office and asked them to track it down.
“It’s not that simple,” the clerk scolded. “You have to fill out a mail-loss form before we can initiate a search.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take one.”
The clerk rummaged under the counter, then went to another clerk who did the same, then went back to the manager’s office, only to return and confess, “You’ll have to come back later. We can’t find the forms.”
Sunday, April 14, 2019
I Finally Got my Taxes Done.
Being a wage slave, I generally get some money back from the fed and the state, but I always end up owing the city. That and the whole “doing your taxes” process always tends to grind my gears.
Here in my state, the employer takes out payroll taxes for the city you work in. I live in one city, but work in another. If the municipality I worked in had an equal or higher tax rate, I wouldn’t pay my hometown a dime. But my city is the metropolitan hub and therefore has a higher rate, so I have to pay them the difference, and I always resented that part.
Well, a few years ago my city raised their income tax rate from 2.25% to 2.5%. That increase of 0.25% prompted all the smaller satellite cities to up their game from 2% to 2.25% the following year. If you know how percentages work, then you realize that identical increases of disparate amounts results in a net lower disparity between the two amounts.
That means I actually owe my own city less on my taxes each year in spite of the fact that everyone raised their taxes. Yes, I am paying more taxes overall, but if you know how much I hate my city’s tax department, paying my hometown less than they would have gotten if they had just left things alone and not jacked up their rates, kinda makes it feel like a small victory.
Happy tax day.
Kudos
I managed to get a couple jokes from George’s emails. Thanks, George. I’m coming up short this week, so I might end up grabbing some jokes from Glenn’s emails… That is, if I can even find any we haven’t used already. Meanwhile, if you just happened by this place and want to do something totally crazy, leave us a joke on our submission page. You can also send in jokes via flush2x@gmail.com. And thank you to everyone who visits this site.
Pax,
-f2x
Panic Word
The Castaway
From a small cruise ship, one of the passengers could see a bearded man on the shore of a small nearby island. He was shouting and waved his hands desperately at the passing boat.
Getting the attention of a crewman, the passenger asked, “Who is that man, and why is he so upset?”
“I’ve no idea,” replied the crewman. “But every week when we pass by, he goes nuts.”
Second Time First
A young woman wasn’t feeling well and asked her friend and colleague to recommend a physician.
“I know a great doctor in the city, but he is very expensive. Five hundred dollars for the first visit, but only one hundred dollars for each visit after that.”
The woman went to the doctor’s office and, trying to save a little money, cheerfully announced, “I’m back!”
Not fooled for a second, the doctor quickly replied, “Very good, just continue the treatment I prescribed on your last visit.”