Beans And The Hot Tub

comic about beans and the hot tub

Beans And The Hot Tub

Is there any genre of humor that has been more overdone than fart jokes? I don't think so. Even the old reliable "man getting hit or kicked in the nuts" hasn't been done to death the way flatulence has. After all, it's still generally acceptable that you can do variations of fart humor even with an audience of rather young children, say kindergarten or even a little younger. Whereas a painful shot to the private male parts is probably appropriate for maybe ages nine or ten and above. And so, given the ubiquity and long history of using the sound and smell of this particular bodily function for comic effect, how do we explain that it's still so goddam funny? One could argue that we laugh only out of habit and that we are incapable of changing. But there was a brief period in our history when Americans genuinely found Jerry Lewis funny, and we were able to snap out of that, thank God. No, there has to be something deep, very deep, in our human psyche that finds the simple yet glorious fart so irresistable. Be it loud or soft, or even silent, we laugh. Be it depicted as moderately noxious or borderline lethal in aroma, we laugh. It may emanate from mom or dad, grandma or grandpa, big bro or little sis, or even the family dog, (actually, especially the family dog) we still laugh. Perhaps there is no explanation. Laughing at farts is just a constant of the universe, like gravity or the speed of light. In fact, that's what Albert Einstein himself believed. Al was rumored to be a notorious silent, but deadly joker. After meeting with his colleagues and discussing a particularly challenging theory, he would say, "Vell, you vill be hearing from me, boys!" And then leave the room with a mischevious little smirk under that world-famous mustache.