It all started when they decided to investigate superstitions: Three on a match, Friday the 13th, Black Cats, Walk under a ladder, Step on a crack … Where to start? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa didn’t lend itself to strict laboratory investigatory procedures. They’d ask the Face of Everyman after his nap.
See No Evil, Speak No Evil and Hear No Evil were confused; had they at last reached Nirvana. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was as close to enlightment as Songbirds could achieve. the Face of Everyman had been there and back.
College football seemed the only topic these two found worth discussing. the Face of Everyman was at a loss as to which contest to stream on the Jumbotron at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
It was just after lunch when every Wild Canary in Christendom stopped by to tell the venerable sage that the Spring of Perpetual Hunger had stopped flowing. “Great!”, thought the Face of Everyman “One more thing to worry about.”
On lookers hardly noticed as the effects of a geomagnetic storm pummeled the Face of Everyman. These storms seldom reached the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Timmy’s pocket compass swung wildly and caused him to doubt true north.
Arko was miffed; that was the very trick he was going to perform during this audition at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He knew that he best come up with something better, the Face of Everyman was a stern judge.
Poindexter wasn’t sure of the rules; but surely brushing your teeth in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was in poor taste. the Face of Everyman spoke sharply to the boorish quest.
One of the twins inquired,”Do you speak American?” And the Chickadee responded, “No I speak English.” Such were most days for the Face of Everyman at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
(File Photo) Seen above is Ainsworth trying to make the case for polygamy. the Face of Everyman wondered what ever happen to monogamy.
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