Little did the Face of Everyman know that as he took this picture of maternal bless in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa that Maude would appear in the background.
Ever wary of his vulnerability, Not-Our-Cat looks for would be assailants in the peaceful gardens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman is alarmed by his very presence.
Pogo had built up a powerful thirst foraging in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman thought it a shame that he couldn’t reach the water.
Ms. Carlotta took pleasure in repeatedly triggering the Security Camera. Soon a Klaxon signaled shelter in place for the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Her actions also destroyed the REM sleep of the Face of Everyman.
The kindly ol’ pensioner wrestles with a new garden hose as tho’ it was a python. the Face of Everyman tried to brace himself for the flooding of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
the Face of Everyman wanted to show behind the scenes action with this photo of the kindle ol’ pensioner applying mosquito pellets to the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The venerable sage wasn’t sure what this biological agent would do to his near perfect face.
Security Staff posted this file photo of Big Boy to show his presence, once more in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman marveled that anything could grow that big. The venerable sage noted that the velvet was now gone on his impressive rack.
the Face of Everyman awoke in alarm to a rare sight: a raccoon foraging in daylight. In a brazen attack on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; what could be said of Robbie’s sense of sportsmanship? As always there was no Koi.
Low tide in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa coincided with Sunrise thus a perfect time for a drink. the Face of Everyman couldn’t imagine who would drink this putrid swill.
Somehow the old adage:”curiosity killed the cat.” leapt into the mind of the Face of Everyman on this scorcher of a night in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.