Women have a poor sense of humour

I recently hosted one of the most beautiful and intelligent woman I have ever laid eyes on. It was a blessing that she agreed to spend an evening with me and sample my superior culinary skills.

 When she arrived, I decided to entertain her as I dashed around to buy a few accoutrements for the chicken I was preparing for her. As she sampled my DVD collection, I recommended a George Carlin stand-up act. She took it up. She watched it like it was a holocaust flick; pensively, frowning from time to time. Moments later, she succeeded in doing the impossible and the improbable: Dozing off to one of the finest comedians in the world. I saved her and handed her a Trevor Noah DVD. The South African comedy wonder kid is as good as they come. She was not impressed either.