At this writing, doing a search for “towelhead jokes” on Google will bring up this site as the number one hit. I have already gotten two hits from people searching for “towelhead jokes” on Google. Ironically, the post in question contained no “towelhead jokes” other than the phrase “no towelhead jokes, please”, which in and of itself is not a “towelhead joke” but could possibly be considered one on a technicality – that being that it contains the words “towelhead jokes”, and that the comment was intended to be topical and funny, unlike genuine “towelhead jokes”, which may be topical but are nasty, awful things, unless you are a part of that sub-group which is defined in derogatory terms as “towelheads” and find said “jokes” funny, in which case I say ha ha, dear chap. Ha ha. But I am not about to go making any “towelhead jokes”, and so those who come to my site in search of “towelhead jokes” are going to be sorely disappointed, oh yes they are.

And now, to prove my point that I am not going to make any “towelhead jokes”, I am going to post something that is the opposite of a “towelhead joke”: an hilarious picture of Hall, or possibly Oates, that my older brother would like me to put up so that I can discuss whether or not I would like to have his hairstyle.

You know, I think I *would* like to have his hairstyle. Oh, barber! I’ll have one of those, and hold the moustache!