Randolf knew it was pure gluttony to take so many French Fries. He would tell his therapist at their next session. Right now, he was hungry. the Face of Everyman would soon offer roasted chestnuts as a fast-food item in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Better nutrients, less fat.
In his troubled dreams the Face of Everyman was sure that the Devil was visiting the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage woke with a start to find that the nightmare had vanished.
Cheeky agreed to pose if he could get five 8×10 glossy prints in return. the Face of Everyman agreed. The lighting at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa provided an interesting effect.
the Face of Everyman opened a new dossier on this injured creature roaming the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He labeled it: Tripod. An obvious nod to his missing left front limb.
This Darth Vader look alike scares even one of its own in the tranquil Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman tried not to flinch.
Cheeky was desperate to rearrange the whole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa in accordance with his newfound understanding of Feng Shue. the Face of Everyman was the last to be repositioned to ensure harmony.
His most severe critics listened intently as the Face of Everyman read his latest Haiku lauding the beginnings of Fall in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He wondered if any could count to seventeen.
the Face of Everyman marveled at how well the three-legged bandit foraged thru the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Could he become the new poster boy for the Paralympics?
Carmichael stopped by the IHOP in the village. He wasn’t going to leave the two rashers of bacon on his plate so . . . on his way home he stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to soak his prize. the Face of Everyman’s mouth watered at the sight of stale bacon.
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