Possible Use of the "C-Word"

We have stickers all over our office. We’re two weeks away from changing our digs from our SOMA alley office to a swanky loft in SOMA.

Everyone here is looking forward to the move. Treasure Island Media outgrew this office a good while back, and we can’t wait to be in a space where Paul’s Olympian demands will have the acoustics they deserve. Hearing my name bellowed will be so much sweeter with an echo.

In keeping with our controversial nature, we’ve made enemies with our neighbors before we even got to move in. The woman at the firm next door to us yelled at me when I went in to introduce myself. I really don’t understand why- I’m sweet like sugar, and was making friends with one of the other people in the office when this lady (who, by the way, has the most severe bowl cut to grace this country since the British Invasion of 1960-something) just starts laying into me for being there at all. I said goodbye to the nicer lady and fucked off to avoid any unnecessary conflict.

When I got back to the office, I told Paul what had happened. An hour or so later, Paul was doing something or other at the new place when I got a phone call from him. “There was an… altercation… with the bowl cut lady,” he said.

“An altercation?”

“Yes. And I think I may have accidentally used the ‘c-word’”

“The ‘c-word’?”

“Yes. I might have used it during the altercation. Maybe.”

So there you have it. Where most companies would, I dunno- bring flowers or cookies or something, we bring (possibly) the “c-word”. Fortunately, there’s no “c-word” clause on the lease we signed. Nor is there a “filming men swallowing throatfuls of cum in the shared bathroom” clause, which promises to be an interesting discovery on the part of our neighbors.

This at a time when we have three (!) films about to be released back-to-back-to-back: FUCK HOLES, then Pirate Tape 1, and then Slurpin’ Jizz 2. Which means a slew of activity for our hardworking shipping department, reams of press releases, interviews, and ads from yours truly, the phones ringing off the hook, and doubletime yelling on the part of everyone’s favorite smut peddler.

FUCK HOLES will be available tomorrow on the website at a discounted rate. To whet your appetite, here’re some stills from the film you’ll be ordering by tomorrow afternoon:

And to make it more interesting, whoever writes the best comment on this blog entry by 4 p.m. Friday afternoon (PST) gets a free copy of FUCK HOLES.

xoxoxo