I made a HHGTTG joke about towels in this thread, which went over like a lead balloon (wasn’t a particularly funny joke - maybe they were just pretending they didn’t get it). Just out of curiosity, I’m not the only one here who gets towel jokes, am I? I thought SDMB’ers were a bunch of Douggie Adams fans!?!
Hey, I sass you, you hoopy frood 
I would have gotten it, but I had a few Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters the night before, and wasn’t thinking straight.
I do know where my towel is, however. 
Português:
I [ i]always[/i ] sabem onde esta minha toalha. É esse peixe que eu me
mantenho perder...
I always know where my towel is. It’s that fish I keep losing.
Oh, there it is. <rubs ear gingerly>
Towel…check
Bag of salted nuts…check
Babelfish…check
Hopelessly outdated Guide…check
Thumb extended…check
My towel is in a plastic bag under my desk. I’m waiting for the Guide to come out in Palm OS format.
I found my towel in my armpit one midsummer morning. Wrote an ode about it.
As a really together frood, of course I do.
I am sorry to say that, yes, I do get it. ^_~
Whew, that’s a relief. I thought there was a bunch of Hikers on these boards. I don’t always have my towel with me, but I do always have some kleenex - is that close enough? Like a symbolic towel, maybe?
Oooh!
I just realized upon reading this that a) there’s a HHGTTG web site (www.h2g2.com) and b) I can sync web sites on my iPaq. Now all I need is a nice Don’t Panic cover and I’m on my way.
Yes, I get it.
And for those who don’t… the secret is, bang the rocks together, guys.
Belgium, lou! What sort of turlingdrome would doubt our hoopiness? :eek:
We’ll have to strap you into a Poetry Appreciation Chair while Gundy, our resident Azgoth poet, reads to you! 
I lost my towel in the Total Perspective Vortex.
::clearing throat::
Oh towel, my towel
Of pinkish terry so loopy
With vitamin stains for sustenance
You are certainly very hoopy
Oh towel, my towel
Wrapp’d up 'round my head
Hide me so that the Bugblatter Beast
Will eat someone else, instead
Oh towel, my towel
Keeps me warm every eve
I’ll keep you in my rabbit skin bag
Oh please don’t ever leave…[sub]me[/sub]
How ya feeling now, featherlou?
Gundy, that’s the best towel song I’ve ever heard! It makes my feet go tappity tap and my heart go bappity bap. (Apparently, I’m feeling a little loopy myself at the moment :))
Damn it! It’s BAD poetry! Really bad! You’re supposed to be in pain! PAIN!
::sigh:: Back to the poeming board.
Sorry. I was feeling a little nauseous, but it might have been the Chef Boyardee I was having for lunch.
Enh. It was bad, but I felt only the slightest stirring in my large intestine, and my leg didn’t any tastier to gnaw on (than normal, anyway).
Interestingly, at the very moment featherlou typed the words “I’m not the only one here who gets towel jokes, am I?”, a tiny wormhole opened, for a split second, connecting cyberspace with the sensiblespace, and her words were rocketed a thousand billion light years away to the unknown Klingulan nebula where… um… ah, forget it.
I get the joke.