My Fat Daughter is arguing with Lindsey Graham

I often have difficulty telling your fat daughter and Miz Lindsey Graham apart.

Lindsey has more hair on his head and bigger breasts, r1. My Fat Daughter has more body hair.

If you excuse me, I really need to get my fat daughter another piece of cake!

R2 - Girls, GIRRRLLS!!! You're both short blonds who like to rim Republican assholes and lie for sport and attention!

Focus on your similarities instead of your differences!

At least Lindsey wears a girdle and can paint a large penis in oil or watercolor based on memory. In fact, Lindsey could probably paint a multi-colored penis using just her own memories.

Meghan would need to google one to get it right.

I'm surprised he has time to argue, but I guess everybody has to take Trump's mushroom dick out of their mouth once in a while.

Before My Fat Daughter married her fat husband, r5, all of her “boyfriends” were homosexuals from the Phoenix chapter of the Log Cabin Republicans, eager to have proximity to her father.

These gay men never realized that John would always grumble, after these homosexuals hoisted My Fat Daughter into a horse trailer and took My Fat Daughter for another dinner date at the Golden Corral, “She’s trying to date ANOTHER QUEER? Is she deaf and blind?”

My Fat Daughter’s fat husband is very ambitious, and when he saw My Fat Daughter, he looked past the grease stains, the swollen flesh, and the balding scalp, and saw a lucrative long career for himself as a GOP pundit.

Neither one of them has seen their feet in years, so you are correct r5-between her fat husband and her homosexual suitors, My Fat Daughter would need Google for that.

Your Fat Daughter is just envious of Miss Lindsey's ability to maintain her girlish figure.

Correct, r8. Lindsey would always start the fights with my fat daughter, making fun of her heft and inability to wear pants not made of spandex.

Lindsey would come to our home and prance over to My Fat Daughter, who was busy devouring a couple of pork shoulders.

Wearing a pretty polka dot dress and pigtails, Lindsey would say something provocative like this to My Fat Daughter:

“LOOK MY DRESS MEGHAN! ISN’T IT PRETTY! I AM A SIZE 14 SO I DON’T HAVE TO SHOP AT ARIZONA TENT AND AWNING! DADDY SAYS I AM THE PRETTIEST! NYAH NYAH NYAH!”

My Fat Daughter would hear this, start growling, and lumber over to him, and the cat fight would begin.

You have no idea how many times I had to use a couple of garden hoses to stop their scrapping, and separate them.

One day they will both head out for a hike in the desert but only 1 will return.

I'm pretty sure I know which one will return.

And she'll be burping.

For any of you who missed the previous thread, it is well worth your time.

My Fat Daughter is claiming today that the “No King” moniker is hypocritical because Democrats treated Obama like a deity.

I don’t recall Democrats groveling on their hands and knees for forgiveness to Obama after making the slightest public criticism of his policies, but My Fat Daughter always thinks she knows more than everyone else; because of her degree and celebrity status, as a View panelist and daughter of a dead politician.

To prove she’s a Millennial who speaks in the vernacular of today’s youth, she uses the word “literally” in her illogical little argument. Actually, My Fat Daughter uses “Literally “ twice, because her greasy, Big Mac stained fingers slipped on the screen and she copy/pasted it twice.

My Fat Daughter told John she wanted a big military parade for his Inauguration should he become President.

My Fat Daughter didn’t want to waddle down Pennsylvania Avenue, so she wanted to be hoisted atop a Howitzer and driven to the ceremony that way, while she daintily waved. My Fat Daughter has to be careful waving, because of her flabby , bingo wing arms.

Body by Burger King.

[quote] "I just don't get how anyone has a leg to stand on here"

Does your fat daughter ever have trouble standing on HER leg?

My Fat Daughter prefers her Hoveround scooter, r14 to standing, and she certainly prefers it to walking.

My Fat Daughter’s legs can’t support her bulk, and she’s susceptible to tipping over and falling, like Humpty Dumpty.

Should she fall, the seismic energy resulting from the force of My Fat Daughter’s tonnage can cause a 5.0 earthquake that can break windows and damage structures.

Meghan is still smarting from all of the bullying she got on The View. That octogenarian Joy really is mean! Still rage eating.

Joy Behar lived through Elisabeth Hasselbeck, Sherri Shepherd, Star Jones and Barbara Walters.

So she was accustomed to dealing with loudmouth morons with ill conceived points of view (Hasselbeck and Shepherd); pushy Trump supporters with irritable bowel syndrome (Walters); and fat women who made their obesity their personality (Jones).

So she was ready for My Fat Daughter, who embodied all of those personality and intellectual traits in one size 24, stretch pant clad package.

My Fat Daughter was not ready for someone unafraid of her heft.

They were never going to be soul sisters.

Meghan really needs to grow her audience. It is time for a Dancing with the Stars audition. Miss Lindsey can show her how to dance the Charleston.

Ambassadress, is your fat daughter a good dancer?

Imagine a tower of Jello, r19, except the tower of Jello is 1,000 pounds of flesh and flop sweat. That’s what My Fat Daughter looks like, dancing.

When My Fat Daughter was 12, the Macarena was a big hit. She attempted to do it at a classmate’s birthday party.

My Fat Daughter lost her balance and slammed onto the floor-as her classmate’s maid was walking past her with a tray of Pigs in a Blanket.

My Fat Daughter saw the tray of Pigs In a Blanket, and she lost her concentration and attempted to wrestle the tray out of the maid’s hands, leading to My Fat Daughter’s tripping and falling.

My Fat Daughter landed atop the maid, crushing her. Miraculously, the tray of Pigs in A Blanket landed upright and within reach of My Fat Daughter . My Fat Daughter refused to get off the maid until she scarfed down each of those wieners.

Another settlement paid out to a victim of my fat daughter’s morbid obesity.

My fat daughter believes in eugenics! This isn’t the woman I raised!

Your fat daughter is being discussed on this thread.

[quote]Yet his daughter, who is always siting “my daddy John McCain” is probably 10% behind Trump and his co-conspirators! She’s despicable.

Will she get upset if she sees it?

My fat daughter is COMPLICIT.

If My Fat Daughter sees that post, she will go into one of her typical social media rage spirals-the usual shrieking and whining and self-pitying.

In spite of being very, very, very fat, My Fat Daughter’s skin is very, very, very thin. It’s the thinnest thing about My Fat Daughter , even thinner than the hair on her scalp

I am having my attorneys see if I can slap an injunction against My Fat Daughter to prevent her from mentioning John’s name in public again.

If I lose in court, I am lobbying both parties and both houses of Congress to pass the SHUT MY FAT DAUGHTER UP ACT. If it passes, My Fat Daughter will be sent to Guantanamo Bay indefinitely, should she ever say/type/write/post any content anywhere in public. This bill has unanimous support in the House and Senate. It is amazing how both parties can still come together to face down a common enemy.

Meghan McCain SINKS As Insane Scam Unravels After Suspicious Business Revealed

If My Fat Daughter attempted to detox her body, after 40 years of processed food abuse, the flotsam and jetsam coming out of her body would be highly toxic.

My Fat Daughter’s toilet would need to be sealed in lead, and her bathroom turned into an EPA Superfund site.

Honestly, who would take tips on clean living from My Fat Daughter? That’s like taking tips on clean living from Andy Dick.

My Fat Daughter did this as a cash grab; she depleted her rainy day Big Mac and Fries savings account during last year’s presidential campaign.

Meghan should channel her anger and contempt into stand-up comedy. She might actually be good. She is articulate and has many stories to tell, including a few about Ms. Lindz and how she strains her neck in such a delicate way every time a sexy Russian stud is walking shirtless around Dupont Circle.

R27 If Meghan were to get up on a stage and try to tell jokes, I can certainly see audience members laughing AT her, but with her? I don't know. Is Meghan even capable of making herself the butt of a joke?

I'll leave it to The Ambassadress to respond.

These Cindy McCain threads are always priceless!

My Fat Daughter could never be a stand up comedian.

First, My Fat Daughter would never do something that requires standing, and the rickety stage of some dingy comedy club probably couldn’t support My Fat Daughter’s bulk AND her Hoveround Scooter.

Second, My Fat Daughter, like her Lord and Savior Donald Trump, lacks a sense of humor or self awareness. If she had those qualities, My Fat Daughter would not post 3/4s of the inane drivel she posts on X.

My Fat Daughter would just prefer to team up with Laura Loomer and post the graphic details of Lindsey’s sex life through her. The daughter of dead Senator John McCain couldn’t out someone when she proclaims herself a “friend of the gays.”

Speaking of being a “friend of the gays” (her words, not mine)….

My Fat Daughter was once asked to ride atop the Log Cabin Republican float at Phoenix Gay Pride. The float buckled under her heft , and My Fat Daughter crashed violently to the ground (the crash registered 4.3 on the Richter scale), creating a deep hole in which she lay, fleshy legs in the air.

I can still hear My Fat Daughter shrieking “HELP ME GAYS,” as a bunch of homosexual men in thongs and hiking boots took photos of the great big fat lady stuck in the hole in the ground, pointing and laughing.

Imagine Baby Jessica, but a lot fatter and a lot less sympathetic.

Eventually, a very masculine woman with a mullet used the winch on her Ford F-250 pickup (diesel powered for heavy loads, this butch angel told me) to hoist her out of the ground.

My Fat Daughter had scrapes and cuts. The float and the pavement underneath it were destroyed, costing Phoenix taxpayers $750,000 in repairs.