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 