Every night before the big lottery drawing young Pierpont would stroke the chin of the venerable sage. the Face of Everyman had no idea how he became a talisman for this young rascal. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s gaming laws needed a review.


Forever more Heathrow would tell his children how he walked everyday five miles to school and back in the blinding snow, uphill both ways. The Montetorkie school at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was closed for the holiday recess. the Face of Everyman scoffed: “They didn’t have recess in his day.”


Despite the rain one of the Bergdorf Twins decided to play spin the bottle with the venerable sage of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman, inwardly shuddered, but, chalked this up to his overwhelming popularity.


When Wally learned that his cousin Jasper had been born with six toes he unconsciously began counting his every once in while. the Face of Everyman considered this strange. Of course, the venerable sage had been created without toes or even feet. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was home to many strange and wondrous creatures.


Wally wanted something to eat. The pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa never had anything; no Koi no Crawdads. the Face of Everyman pretended to be asleep. He was tired of repudiating such claims.


What do you mean? They wouldn’t give you the key” New rules regarding the restroom went into effect on the first of the month. They shook the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to its very core. Once again, management had blindsided the Face of Everyman.


With a mighty heave, one of the Bergdorf twins wrenched the Face of Everyman from his moorings. Slowly the whole of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa became a shambles. It would take much of the day to right this wrong.


Bradley said a small prayer. The same prayer every fisherman says as he is about fish in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Luckily the Face of Everyman hadn’t yet restocked the lake with Koi. Naturally, this area was designated: catch and release.


The Farmer’s Almanac had marked this date as poor for fishing. Rothschild didn’t care. Even with a waxing gibbous moon he knew that his inherent skills would prevail. He should have called that 1-811 number before digging. All he succeeded in doing was tearing up the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa plumbing system and disturbing the sleep of the Face of Everyman.


The Bergdorf Twins were back from Spring break and had renewed energy for mischief and mayhem. Their first sortie into the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa meant a stop by the Face of Everyman. Their idea of fun was to twirl and torment the venerable sage until he hollered “Uncle.”