The term “poor Marilyn” is an expression that Troy and I used to express sadness about ANYthing. Stray dog? Poor Marilyn. Drought? Poor Marilyn. Global warming? Poor Marilyn.
Rarely does the expression come into use more perfectly. This is a creature who would hang out in front of the Chinese Theater begging for dollars. Look closely.
THIRD TRIMESTER.
I swear.
I wish Marilyn could crawl out of the grave and smack that ho. Actually, I just wish Marilyn would just crawl out of the grave, period. YES please.
oink, oink
Poor Marilyn.
