Let's Be Lindsey Graham's Campaign Headquarters!!

I'm the doilies on every table.

I'm the couch. I'm hidden just offstage for those inevitable moments when Miss Lindz gets the vapors.

I'm the beautiful red, white, and blue bunting, precisely ironed by the Senatrice herself.

I am getting KILLED by the Dems' fundraising.

I'm gin and regret.

I am the stink of desperation, Old Spice, and old man breath that lingers around the building, which everyone swears is haunted by the ghost of John McCain

I'm the ladybugs.

I'm the filing cabinet full of the recent NDAs, filed under K for kindness of strangers.

I'm the heavy set Slavic man in a black raincoat that just walks in the office, makes eye contact with Lindsey, and leaves. The staff doesn't understand why they can't get restraining order against me.

I'm Miss Lindsey's refusal to take a coronavirus test.....because deep down I know I'm POZ!!!!!

We are the fingernails, bitten to the bone.

I’m the fresh blouses in case the Senatrice’s chicken salad creates unsightly stains.

I am Great-Aunt Percival's heirloom bottle of Quelques Fleurs. My contents are being liberally applied to cover the noxious stench of stress B.O.

I'm the DVD player which always seems to have been used after hours when the Senator has been working late, alone, although no dvds are ever to be found anywhere in the vicinity.

I'm grammy's red brocade portières

I’m the suitcase in the closet full of clothes worn by that nice young man who works in the Capitol Police Dept. He perspires so much when he comes to, uh, volunteer at my office in Columbia. He could change at the Y over on Hampton but this so much more convenient.

I'm the video head cleaner; I get delivered like clockwork every few weeks.

I’m the Chapstick used to soothe Lindsay’s lips after a long day kissing tRump’s fat ass.

I'm the interior

I'm the dented Maxwell House can being passed around the office to fundraise for our next ad buy. In me there is a button, some lint, and $1.35 in various coins.

Miss Lindz in no poosie grabber. We want Trump!

I'm the stack of cum-stained girlie magazines in his desk drawer. (Although DNA analysis would show none of the jizz is his.)

I'm the uniform kept in my private, locked closet at the campaign headquarters. I wear it after hours, after the staff leave, when my handlers pay me a visit.

I’m the intern who knows how to use Photoshop and spends every day darkening Jamie Harrison’s skin color in our campaign ads.

[quote]In me there is a button, some lint, and $1.35 in various coins.

Hey! There's a $50 bill! Oh, wait -- it's Confederate currency.

Never mind.

I’m the Latino College Freshman, I get $30.00/hr to organize papers and I’ve got a 9.5” dick.

We're his office staff, wearing the proscribed Graham uniform.

i'm the intern on grindr making plans for November 4

I’m the heady smell emanating from the couch, somewhere between old cheese and rose water splash. Upon closer inspection, there appears to be several heel scuff marks On the top pillows and skidmarks festooned among the dizzying patterns.

MAGA guy in SC adores Lindsey.

I am Miss Lindsey grinning in R21's photo, while imagining that I AM the blond with big boobs that I have my arm around.

Lindsey loves her hat. Wants one like it.

Having a wide stance moment.

Orange Con's pee pee hoes???

I'm the box of garterbelts and nylons on the bottom shelf of the credenza

I am the jealous gays on here who wish they could be working for Le Senatrice~

[quote]I’m the Latino College Freshman, I get $30.00/hr to organize papers and I’ve got a 9.5” dick.

Hey, papi ... I know a way you can make 10 times that amount!

I'm the mint juleps.

r39 Are those anything like the ladybugs?

I'm Lindsey telling people that black people can go anywhere in South Carolina....as long as they aren't liberal!

Anywhere includes my boudoir!

Where are the media and black commentators complaining and exposing Graham's campaign for a racist tactic? Making Harrison look noticeably darker in their ads is so dirty.

I’m the black butt plug that the Senatrice inserts as she sits behind her desk ordering around the new interns.

I'm his Depends undergarments.

Why does he only have one pair? I have been washed and dried, washed and dried, wash and dried and often washed and not even dried.

A few times I haven't been washed at all.

We are the pool boys. There’s no pool.

I'm the offshore bank account funded by Oleg Deripaska

I'm also the .jpgs of the Senatrice cavorting with божьи коровки

In other words, I'm the carrot AND the stick

Ladybird's Inner Sanctum "Interview Room."

I'm the dry cleaning budget, those petticoat stains really add up.

Interns are told to remember this photo when asked by the salt-of-the-earth types back home if Ladybird liked pussy.

They are instructed to say, "Yes, I know for a fact that the Senatrice LOVES pussy, and I ain't lyin', sir."

R47, all that's missing is the princess phone (which she dials with a pencil)

I am the "massage oil" in Ladybird's office "workout" room.

I am the music played over the Graham campaign's office sound system:

Toby Keith, Wayne Newton, and the soundtracks to FOLLIES, MAME, GYPSY and PAJAMA GAME.

R37 needs to start signing his posts the “u jelly” troll.

Nobody’s jealous of that dope. Get some new material.

R47 that’s the new bed since he remodeled. Here’s Lindsay relaxing in his previous bed.

R52, maybe replace Toby with Kenny Chesney, especially after that "conference" they both attended in Barbados in 2011 that left Ladybird with such a sunburn on the soles of his feet and backs of his legs from the beach meetings - a real mystery.

Toby, after all, turned the Senatrice down for a "contribution" to what he calls her "personal little pink piggy bank."

I'm the phone call from Trump. I am nowhere to be found.

I am the photographs of Senators John McCain and Cory Gardner that Lindsay moons over.

I'm Auntie Bellum, his drag name, also used on hook up sites.

The Intern from Bob Jones U. is quite smitten with La Senatrice and is desperately trying to control his urges.

I'm the Chief of Staff.

Poor guy at r59 finally finding relief.

Young 'Volunteers' wearing their masks.

The mature menz ready to campaign for Lindz too.

^^ Lindz is probably thinking: "What use are all these bottoms??"

Lindz seeks "diversity" volunteers to show in the campaign ads.

I'm the black rubber gimp costume hanging in Lady G's closet for those special visits to the White House!

I am the convertible that rides the okra festival parade queen.

I’m the signed underwear of Brett Kavanaugh.

I'm one of Brett's old beer steins, which I lovingly caress every hour

R9 what heavy set Slavic man?

I'm the rubber gloves given out to any male staffer who wants to see and touch the ladybugs.

Menz! Menz! I mean business!