Every time Larry got drunk, he put a dent in the ambience of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He would rant against the oft pious attitude of the Face of Everyman. What was the venerable sage to do? He had a position to uphold.
the Face of Everyman catered the celebration of the New Year for the Crow Clan. Dunking for pretzels was one of their favorite pastimes. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was searched high and low for a bag with an outdated best by date. The Crows left a generous tip.
Was this the Golden Boy that the face of Everyman had heard so much buzz about? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa needed a new DJ to entertain the luncheon crowd. The venerable sage was prepared for some tough wage package negotiations.
Cheeky was serious. He wanted more peanuts. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been carrying him as an indigent on its aid rooster; but now the Face of Everyman wasn’t so sure he qualified. There would be a full review.
The Winter ballet season was about begin with Natasha in the starring roles. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa dance troupe had yet to rehearse or even practice. This was cause for alarm for the Face of Everyman; he had a complete sell out of tickets.
Krebsbob was back at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to display his mustache. the Face of Everyman chose his words of praise carefully with a few superlatives thrown in for good measure.
It was the Face of Everyman’s lament, if it weren’t for these two birds there would be no color at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa during the depth of Winter. There was even a smile on his face.
the Face of Everyman hated it when someone looked him straight in the eye to see if he was lying. Would the General Manager of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa lie?