Socrates plans a career in law. He may become the first citizen of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to obtain a degree. Seen above he is in Day Two of a rigorous regime of discussion utilizing the Socratic method. As time went on even the venerable sage began to question the assumption of the Face of Everyman.
Club Foggy Bottoms
It was Game Day. Wally dyed his head in team colors to show his support for Club Foggy Bottoms. the Face of Everyman expected to sell out. He hoped that he had enough jerseys in both vertical and horizontal stripes. To loyal fans image was everything.
Obstreperous
As the cherries ripened, then fermented, a new Rocky was born. Seen above at the posh watering hole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa is a poor specimen of a wild beast newly hooked on Sour Cherry Amarretto. With his liquor stocks running low, the Face of Everyman might soon be faced with an obstreperous Procyon lotor.
Occupied
Whoops! Occupied.
Chaos
The early attempts at automated Iris Recognition by security forces of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa proved much more difficult than even the Face of Everyman could surmount. Till bugs could be worked out, a system of challanges and passwords was employed. Each night chaos ensued.
Caught
Caught like a Deer in the headlights Mollie tried to profess her innocence despite a mouthful of delicious Buttercup stems. During interrogation by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Security Forces she changed her story numerous times. She asked that the Face of Everyman be called as her defense. Surely he would verify that deadheading the blooms produced even more flowers. In the end she lost her Title II grazing privileges for twenty-four hours. She may be deemed beyond rehabilitation.
The Mayhem Kids
A hot Summer night at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa brought the return of the Mayhem Kids. Infamous rapscallions. Their antics tipped the Face of Everyman into the dark waters. His muffled cries were heard by the kindly ol’ pensioner, who, after breakfast, sorted things out.
