The title says it all: “Monday.” I’m not a big fan of starting the work week anew.

I’m also far too busy with that which pays me to be writing this now. But, imagine my little fist of rage, the man can’t keep me down. You can make me work, but you can’t stop me from thinking. Little fist shake, little fist shake.

Here are a few jokes I tried last night, which I can’t decide if I like. For a first outing, they essentially worked, but I don’t know.

1 – For the past year I’ve been dating a Chinese man, and you know what people say about Asians, well his pussy isn’t tight at all. [The problem with this joke, is I said it spur of the moment, after a Korean woman comedian talked about Asian fetishists and sexual stereotypes, thus mentioning her “tight pussy” repeatedly. I don’t know if email spams regarding Asian porn are prevalent enough that this joke is actually funny, or whether I’m just riding on stupid shock value. Maybe if I had a point other than dating an Asian.]

2 – M. took me to an Asian market and showed me black chicken. It looks just like any other chicken, like Perdue parts, whatever, but it’s black. I’m not saying that I won’t eat black meat, I’m just saying I won’t pay for it. [I think this might work, if I do two things, not stumble or rush through it, and somehow make it clear it’s a double entendre. Of course, the real question is why I find it necessary to be both sexual and racist.]

3 – I got a comment on my website that just made me feel good. All it said was “Joy.” I think I should email my thanks back to “fistinghard.com.” [You bet I’m proud of that comment, and that I have no shame and will gratuitously mention fisting.]