Always in the dating scene Big Guy was constantly preening himself. He had a few cowlicks that wouldn’t stay down. He turned to the Face of Everyman for advice. Where in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa could he find good grooming?
Dab of Gel?
Shala
Tuppence was resting between Yoga poses and this cat wanders right thru the Ashram without so much as a by you leave. the Face of Everyman was napping so he missed the whole intrusion. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was usually more friendly than this.
Cud
Pogo tip toed behind Edna so as not to disturb her while eating. Most denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were thoughtful. the Face of Everyman wished all were so.
Photoperiod
Randolf knew he must be ready for his action after the mid-terms. He chose his diet carefully. There were still greens to be had in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman put away his Moon chart and opened The Old Farmer’s Almanac.
Bent
Everyone in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa wished Loopy better luck next year. the Face of Everyman recommended an antler specialist incase this condition was chronic.
Magical Dining
Lilith thought of willing the bowl to fill with food; then she remembered her diet. She would fast if need be. the Face of Everyman remained silent. Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding was on tonight’s menu at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Basalt carvings never have a weight problem.
Nite Owl?
It’s an hour before Sunrise and all Barney wants is a double shot Americano. Is that too much to ask? The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa makes little provision for the early riser. the Face of Everyman, of course, has his own Espresso machine. He relishes that first cup.
Paper?
the Face of Everyman saved this image from the security cameras to illustrate his forthcoming treatise on twisted ungulates, high-lighting ruminants. His papers, invariably on denizens of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, received wide attention at foreign conferences.
Disheveled
the Face of Everyman tried not to laugh but . . . this poor Buck had one antler up and the other down. Good thing there was no fighting allowed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.
Night Stalker
It was after two in the morning and Big Guy was still making the rounds checking for his harem. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was vast. the Face of Everyman wasn’t going to lose any sleep over this peculiar custom.
