Bonzo couldn’t remember much about the Toga Party held last night at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He knew that he’d had fun because he felt so bad. First thing, he checked to see that his Frat Brothers hadn’t shaved off his eyebrows while he was unconscious. But it wasn’t until the Face of Everyman noticed the color of his tail that he knew something was different. Bonzo was now going blonde.
Jump Rope
In a secret laboratory deep below the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa the Face of Everyman had been perfecting his virtual jump rope. Mary Jane was chosen to demonstrate the long awaited device. Next on the drawing board was one for skipping rope including audio for ten catchy counting rhymes; all of them classics.
Knock-Knock
Sylly-Bell wanted to be a stand up comic. She always tried out her new material on the Face of Everyman. Today she doing Knock-Knock jokes; many she picked up from fledglings at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Most seemed nonsensical to the venerable sage; but, as seen above, Sylly-Bell can’t help but laugh.
Tie-Dye
Cosmos regretted trying to restart his former tie-dye business. The concierge at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had agreed to mention his salon. But now it was obvious to him that cheap water based dyes would not lead to wealth and fame. the Face of Everyman suggested that his left over dyes be used for face painting at the County Fair. Cosmos hoped that it would all wash off before he was subject to too much public ridicule.
Pastor Bob
Pastor Bob has returned to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. His revival tent sits in the meadow and he is eager to bring that old time religion to the good folks hereabouts. Pastor Bob even extended a joyous welcome to the Face of Everyman; known by all to be a Cynic. The venerable sage just might make one of the healing crusades if his knee didn’t get any better.
Parking
Elizabeth could never be sure where her legal rights were. She was a tenured employee at the Montietorkie school here on the grounds of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. She had been on a bit of a medical sabbatical and now she was back. Yet for seemingly no reason at all the Face of Everyman refused to validate her parking ticket. The venerable saga quoted some drivel about tabs and stickers all out of date.
Gruesome
It was in Dorian’s DNA to ride on the backs of the North American Bison; devouring the insects kicked up in the dust as vast herds moved about the great plains. Alack and alas those days were long gone. Dorian liked to come to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to ask the Face of Everyman to retell stories about his ancestors following stampeding beasts and feasting on clouds of insects. Strangely the venerable sage relished recounting those some what gruesome tales. Dorian was reduced to selling Time Shares in order to afford a few grasshoppers and crickets.
Mooning
Our Editors decided that a little light hearted news should inter into the Buzz at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Arnold deliberately paused as he passed by the security camera. Perhaps only the Face of Everyman witnessed the indiscreet gesture.
Deer In The Headlights
Rumors of a visit by honeymooning royalty demanded increased security at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Claymore was caught like a deer in the headlights when both cameras recorded his image. He had merely stopped to ask where would be a good place to stand to view their entrance. the Face of Everyman mumbled something; but the sirens were too loud to hear his response.
Take Out
Ambrose loved left over Pizza. In the alley behind the village franchise ready made pizza kiosk there was always a few swept out crusts. Trouble was that those crusts were so dry that they took most of the day to soften. Any morsel soaking in the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was tantamount to abandonment. Ambrose cast a pleading eye towards the Face of Everyman. Could the venerable sage find it in his heart to hide this bit of crust under his basalt kilt? https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Northwestern_Crow/overview
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