Mildred had time on her hands, the sunset cruise of the islands surrounding the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t began for a few more hours. Surely one Long Island Iced Tea wouldn’t spoil her enjoyment of the cruise. the Face of Everyman had heard that kind of twisted rationale before. It was all he could do to keep from speaking up.
Cranston had a natural flare for skateboarding; few in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had his gift of speed and daring. the Face of Everyman feared for his life at every hop, skip and jump.
It was Saturday morning and Archimedes began his DIY project by ceremonially dipping each nail and screw into the sacred waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; thus ensuring the completion of the project and its longevity. the Face of Everyman suggested that he hire a local contractor from Angi.
It was easy for the Face of Everyman to see why the expression High Five had never caught on at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. It just didn’t have any relevance.
Harry and Larry disguised themselves as plain brown backyard songbirds; all the better to infiltrate the alleged cult operating in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Of course the Face of Everyman saw right thru this ruse and greeted them by name and “comp”ed them their lunch and one small iced tea. The venerable sage, always a gracious host, invited them back, anytime, while off duty.
Belasco was being punished by his parents. His task was to soak the kernel of corn as part of the preparation for the evening meal. the Face of Everyman could hardly wait until all the crows flocked and left the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Their sharp talons were starting to leave ugly scars on his otherwise flawless complexion.
DJ and EmCee were touring the country demonstrating new features of HipHop dancing. Their brief demo to the lunch crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa nearly exhausted the Face of Everyman.
Philomena arrived before sun up to discover the carnage done by those raccoons, the Bergdorf twins. Cabana huts tossed on their sides, the Face of Everyman askew and the life giving font, the Spring of Eternal Giving twisted to the side. Life in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was on the decline.
Vermundo stopped by the battle wound dressing clinic in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Here wounds were cleaned and ointment applied. As it was the time of the Buck Moon it meant also that antlers were fully grown; an excellent time for the Face of Everyman to take photos and start a dossier on each Buck.
The 3rd quarter budget planning session was turning contentious when the Face of Everyman asked for an increase in the line item for feeding feral pigeons. He produced this unedited photo that showed an increase in population. Heretofore there had been only five or six freeloaders but now, clearly ten. Ipso facto . . .
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