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What a way to start the week. Knee deep in the big muddy, we're looking for a rainbow at Loveless Motel. What ever happened to Kodachrome? Watch this space. Is this campy enough for you? Meanwhile, there's a report in the office that the coleslaw lady has gone on a binge and is hand delivering Tupperware containers full of her cabbage concoction in the rain after someone from Nutbush Campground mentioned they just couldn't get enough of the stuff. Needless to say, this is causing quite the stir among campers who thought they were living through a scene in "Some of My Best Friends Are", as in "who told my mother where I was this week?" Loveless Motel denies we have a woman working in the kitchen at Birdwhistle's Tearoom. Carry on camping.

Shutter Bug Camera Shop, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel, is running a special - book a photo studio today for a session and we'll throw in the color film. It seems Snap Wadmacher over ordered on his Kodak shipment so we have loads of the stuff. Our photo studios offer privacy, and you'll get a professional look with Snap behind the camera. Let's get you in here and oil you up, buddy! Bring along your favorite prop, jockstrap, or friend, or let us supply you with one of ours. Get your Kodachrome ass (we don't want no monochrome) in here and stay away from the black and white blues this month, while supplies last!

"Do we own that?" Snap Wadmacher has been out traversing Nutbush Campground, drumming up business for Shutter Bug Camera Shop, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel, snapping pictures of campers, and got as far out as Bathtub Rock - his new name for the unusual rock outcroppings before entering a glacial plain, deciding to leave further exploration for another day. Now back in the shop's dark room developing the day's work, Nic's question was answered by Snap's. "If you don't know, who does?" Another question for the board, undoubtedly. Whatever the answer, the land holdings of LoveBird Inc. are vast and the answer is that the corporation owns land all the way to the large outcropping just beyond the green mound. Campers are wasting no time discovering various activities closer to the amenities and wooded areas of the campground, however. They'll be able to collect their photos in 24 hours for a reasonable fee. Snap, snapping. Who's snapping Snap? Tree climbing Using a divining rod to look for ground water Posing at the picnic pavilion for Snap, who has a big weakness for thick uncut cocks and nearly-shaved men and very low hangers Birdwatching Ass riding Hiking Slowly counting to ten, and then struggling to remember the names of the rest of the numbers Forage Stew for breakfast

Dirty Pool construction crew best pals take a break. The remodeling, headed by Project Manager Rock Blockhead, is nearing completion and promises to fulfill the needs of those who need to get a load done, and have a brew and shoot a friendly game of pool while they wait for their laundry cycles to complete. The Vagabond Bar over at Aluminum City is currently the happening place for all who want to rack a set of balls, since the demolition of the 8 Ball Bar and Laundry Room.

In a stunning development overnight, House Detective Harry Biggerstaff writes in his private journal that he has apprehended the jockstrap thief who has been plaguing The Bunkhouse for the past month, He recounts that he had decided to award himself some personal R and R at the Tubs on what he thought would be a slow night, which since assuming his position as Loveless Motel's hotel dick has been one of the perks he most enjoyed. Most of all, the ritual of slowly removing his clothes for any onlookers in the locker room, stowing his duds neatly away and producing from his old ditty bag, the container he was never without on a night he knew he would not be home, a toothbrush and his old worn jockstrap into which he changed, barely containing its contents; to walk around in it was a performance he relished, knowing it was like bait to anyone present, particularly to those shy voyeurs he could later approach. "I see you enjoyed watching me in the locker room" was an opening that took most men by surprise, but paid off in results just the same. And so this quiet evening was no exception. Though in the dark he couldn't quite see his stalker's features, he sensed someone was watching, and proceeded with his show. His next step as always was to walk through the hallway of private enclosures to see if any doors were open, to view any men pleasuring themselves or others, and in the absence of any obvious opportunities, head back to the locker area, slowly remove his jock, place it on a hook, stretching as he did so, for the added enjoyment of anyone watching, with his arms above his head and back arched so that his still-flaccid cock dangled momentarily before it began to come to life, and then he would turn to step into the nearby shower. This night, in the quiet semi-dark he could hear the squeak of another man's bare feet behind him as the hot water cascaded down his chest, his back to the hook on the wall, the water finding its way down his ass to the floor, making a splat sound as he soaped up. He's then startled as there's a deep intake of another man's breath with a snort sound, and whipping round, nearly loosing his balance on the wet tile, he sees a naked man with a jockstrap over his head, holding the crotch cup fabric to his nose with one hand , stroking his fist-wrapped meat with his other, while exhibiting the wide open eyes of one who's been caught red-handed. "It's YOU!" Blurting and dumbfounded, Harry stands there soaked and dripping as the man grins back, begins to chuckle out loud, and between chortles and guffaws, Dr. John Long manages to gush out "I confess!" To which Harry then says, barely containing his own upwelling laughter "I see you enjoyed watching me in the locker room!" TO BE CONTINUED....