There are actually laws against Islam jokes in certain places. Many airports have signs telling us to avoid humorous remarks, even when a Muslim joke would kill. For instance, never tell a ticket agent, "As a matter of fact, I DID accept items from persons unknown to me! A nice man in a chadar gave me this awesome luggage freshener with a clock attached." Federal regulations require them to have no idea you're joking as they riddle your body with bullets.
When good Muslims die, they're sent to a Heaven to be pleasured by 72 virgins. Well, at least at first. After the 72 hour mark they'd just be regular dead chicks. It is paradise, though, so maybe they have some kind of virgin trade-in policy. Either way, it must be tough getting virgins to join up during Muslim recruitment drives. Imagine it from their point of view: you're all excited to make it into Heaven, you're gazing upon Allah's realm in wonderment... then Heaven's orientation director hands you a name tag that says "Hello! My name is Virgin #53. Ask me about my genitals!" If I was a Muslim woman who'd just died, and on the way to Heaven I look around and count 71 other girls? I'm jumping off the bus.
In America, the black Muslim community has done the impossible: made the bowtie look scary. Louis Farrakhan could have given his speeches in front of Predator aliens and little girl ghosts whispering your name and it would have been less frightening than those Nation of Islam guys. However, as scary as it is to have a wall of black men in bowties glaring at you, it may one day lead to the promised land of hilarity. There's a chance, a tiny chance, that one day a Nation of Islam enforcer will be in line and suddenly, without affecting the snarl on his face in any way, his bowtie will start spinning and whistling. And that will be the funniest thing you've ever seen.