When you are the only gal living with three fellas (and, yes, I am counting the dog), your sense of humor is affected. Maybe we could say lowered. A decade ago, I would have sneered at this clip in that eye-rolling-guys-are-so-subspecies kind of way. After living with my guys, who regularly stage fart contests as a normal Sunday morning activity, I think it's hysterical.
But, will it hold up with creation theory? That's what I want to know
(Please excuse me, Mr. Darwin.)