Things are funnier in twos. Two farts in a row is a blessing and then oh yeah, there's the winning combination of two boobs. My point = proven. So by my esteemed logic, if you take a British person (themselves purveyors of the highest quality of witty repartee) and give them another Brit, the combination will be magical. Take, for example, the amazing Paul, which comes out in theaters this week. It was written by two very funny Brits, as you shall learn soon enough, and they're not the only funny duos that tiny little island has produced (sure we could tell you who we are talking about but then you wouldn't have to read the next part, you lazy ass). Here are five examples that prove I'm right. I love being right.