Closer to Dawson

Thousands of copies of Dawson’s 50-Load Weekend Part 2 arrived in shipping yesterday. They look beautiful, all those big boxes filled with fresh porn. If you’ve never seen thousands of brand-new boxes of pornography before, I recommend it- it’s like seeing the Grand Canyon, or the Eiffel Tower. I’ve taken my preview copy home already to, um, assure the quality of the product. We’re this close to releasing it. And you, of course, will get first crack at it, even before the stores and distributors. Here are some glimpses of what you can expect.







We have a new member of the T.I.M. team: Paul hired a new assistant and for some reason insists that he be called Wally. Well, Wally is now Paul’s Man Friday. He’s a sweetheart, and we’re all quite enamored of him. He’s helping with production and design, and he’s already become invaluable. So a warm welcome to the TIM team goes out to Wally.

We received a gift a while back- a bottle full of cum. It came from a man who is taking part in an upcoming shoot, and he gave it to Randy, because, as he put it, “it was too good to waste.” Randy, never having worked in food service, didn’t know that you freeze bodily fluids if they are to be ingested at a later date (although, come to think of it, I’ve worked in food service, and the situation never came up- “Hey Saul? Could you freeze this fresh semen? We’ll need it Thursday for the risotto!”).

Instead, Randy put the jar in the refrigerator. Specifically, in the vegetable bin, next to the cheese curd that I had brought in for my afternoon snack. Randy then promptly forgot to tell anyone about his “deposit”. A couple of days later, Paul realized that the fridge had started to smell like cum. “Why,” Paul asked, “does the fridge smell like cum?”

When the answer came, I questioned a. the wisdom of taking cheese curds to work, b. Randy’s taste in vegetables, and c. the entire idea of communal space. The fridge had to be cleaned- by Randy. There’s a moral to this story, but I’m not sure what it is. I’d hate for it to be something as literal as, “Don’t store cum in the refrigerator,” especially because, well, there are all those “ice cubes” in our freezer…

In the meantime, we now know what the shelf-life of semen isn’t…And we sent our most sincere apologies to the donor. And Paul has all of us working overtime to completely replenish the supply.

It’s a job.

We got another visit by the Satanically-tattooed Hank Stone, who sent in this latest addition to his inked-flesh pantheon:



Hank tells us that when it’s finished, Satan’s huge cock will look to be shooting a hellish load right into Hank’s hole.

Hail Satan, Hank. Hail Satan.

Here’s this weeks’"I wanna be in a TIM video" model:







Discuss his beauty amongst yourselves.

More beanies went out today. I can stop calling these things “contests” at this point, and just break down and admit that I get off on giving stuff away. More beanies! Write in if you want one. Next week I’ll do t-shirts again, but it’s still chilly out, and I’d hate for your heads to be cold.