Why are farts funny?

The other thread got me thinking...were farts the start of humor? I mean, it had to start somewhere.

Way back when we were still banging rocks together, talking Quest For Fire stuff...

Oog sitting around the fire with Bork and Ugga. All serious, eating raw meat, ogling the Raquel Welch in across the firepit, let’s call her Booba
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And then all of sudden Oog lets thunder from down below rip. That sound is timeless, the flubbing of cheeks, maybe even a little squeak at the end.

Ugga and Bork stop eating and look over...Oog looks around like a dog surprised at his own fart...then the smell hits.

That rancid odor, all that raw meat and plants, noses rankling involuntarily. Booba smells it and fans her hand in front of her face.



And then it happens...the first laugh. That unstoppable belly laugh from deep down. Watching Ugga and Bork push back from the smell of a now laughing Oog, they fall clumsily on their log, Bork’s foot goes into the fire, he pulls it out and is hopping around on one foot blowing at it, then Booba starts to laugh, holding her sides in.

And SHE farts. And fart humor is born.

Crazy to think that we’ve been laughing at the same thing as the Egyptians, the Persians, the Romans, the Vikings.

But why?