Whether you belong to a cult, a religion, a specific gender, a certain race, a medieval or modern culture; one fact remains universally true amongst us all — we all Fart.
Whether it’s at work, at home, in the toilet, next to someone on a urinal, on the bus home from work, in your sleep; you know you’re going to fart at some point.
Now we might play it off as a blame game, or pretend it simply didn’t happen, or like blame it on a mystical creature.
But every once in a while, Farts unite us all — and we all find them funny.
Whether it’s after a fiery Indian Lunch or a delicious Mexican Burrito — we all know it’s coming.
No matter how hard we try to hold it in, it gets the best of us.
But the real magic happens when we just let it loose; let it try.
Let that methane gas marinate with the oxygen and look upon in utter disgust; but inside you know, deep down, you want to laugh at it.
So why not just go ahead and fart right now? Have a laugh.
Because we all do it.
The rich, The poor, even Dogs.
Those little poodles made of love and fart, loving us humans no matter how horrible we are.
The funniest farts, I find, are the ones that little babies do; and then giggle because they know they’re the only ones that can get away with it and we all laugh about it.
But we’re all kids — some of us just are better at pretending we’re not.
It’s the one universally recognised language that is scientifically proven to unite people (I’m sure some Scientist has done a study on it — but let’s not get into specifics here).
Don’t take it from it, take it from the Comedic Genius Stewart Lee:
That is the international baseline of all humour. Farts. You can be as sophisticated as you like, but you have to admit farts are funny. You go, No, we don’t actually agree. I saw a hilarious satirical cartoon in the New Statesman at the weekend, satirising EU farming policies. It was hilarious. Was it as funny as a fart? No, it wasn’t. I saw Ian Hislop on television at the weekend satirising the government with his voice going up at the start of a sentence and then down at the end. It was hilarious. Was it? Was it as funny as some gas that smells of shit coming out of an arse? No, it wasn’t And nothing Ian Hislop ever says or does or secretly imagines, will be as funny as that.
So go ahead, let a big gassy one rip.