Bad news, everyone. Marilyn and James have vanished into thin air. That didn’t take long. Charilyn still remains, so I guess that’s something, but a lawn chair just isn’t quite able to contribute the same bombshell/heartthrob factor that the other two added to the yard.
Though given the Hollywoodian pair’s papery composition and my city’s knack for attracting large quantities of rain, I suppose it’s for the best.
That said, Marilyn’s wasn’t the only booty you could find around the neighborhood.
I guess Just Right Booty ran off with Goldilocks?
Spoken Like A True Nut 
You live in a strange and wonderful neighbourhood.
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Oh, please say this is for real. And if so… I think we need to meet them.
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100% for real. If it weren’t for my crippling social anxiety I absolutely would have knocked on the door, because holy curiosity, Batman!
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