A notorious pair, Bonnie and Clyde, stopped by the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, to upgrade their wanted poster photos. the Face of Everyman was more than happy to oblige. There was a bit of the gangsta in the venerable sage.
Business was slow for the Face of Everyman so he offered a special on glamor shots for newly arriving guests at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Some took to posing naturally; others not so. . .
Little Bobby was in time out. He had yelled at the kindle ol’ pensioner. His parents were so embarrassed. the Face of Everyman usually took the brunt of comments by dissatisfied guests to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa but never the pensioner. Well, except when Stellar’s Jays showed up looking for a free hand out.
With each technological advance the Face of Everyman came closer to perfecting his proton generated X-ray machine. Soon his fame and that of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would spread far and wide. The venerable sage hoped that management didn’t notice the outrageous electrical bill hidden under the line item: Misc.
Borris and Natasha had reserved a nest without air conditioning; it seemed frivolous to spend good money on such trivial pleasures. Upon arrival the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had temperatures above 100 F. the face of Everyman suggested that they walk along the promenade until temps cooled. Both are reminded of Yalta where they met and a portrayal of their lives by Anton Chekhov.
Blistering hot nights brought out the big cats. Samson roamed at will thru out the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The accursed bell was the only thing that kept him from being top scorer in the annual FBRS Rat Kill Contest. This was even after the Face of Everyman had granted him a handicap.
Lombardy had never met a stale French Fry that he didn’t like. Three was even better. This was a rare find at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. The village fast food franchise was over a mile away and only the Face of Everyman ever ordered takeout.
Despite being a stand up comic and one of the wealthiest birds in North America J P hated to have anyone watch bathe. He had half a mind to buy the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and fire everyone. A couple of his buddies were going to blast off in their rockets soon; he’d send that silly chunk of basalt, the Face of Everyman along to record the event.
Government surveillance continued on these two perps. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was careful who was allowed on the premises. the Face of Everyman was alarmed to learn that each of these two guests had rap sheets as long as his arms. The two were arrested that afternoon; charged with conspiracy. Their apprehension went unnoticed by the busy lunch crowd.
The Grand Midway had opened at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Just as it was their turn to board the Ferris wheel, little Fettswhaller was hungry and demanded to be fed. the Face of Everyman offered a box of popcorn; but, his words went unheeded. Mother Nature was in charge here.
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