Let's be Karen Pence's White House!

I love to project the look of a meek and mild housewife, but make no mistake, I'll cut a fucking bitch just to get a leg up on anyone.

I'm the Bible verse wall hangings that she asks to be put on various walls throughtout the White House.

I’m the Virgin Mary statue in the Rose Garden.

I'm the strap on dildos in the Lincoln Bedroom .

Well at least Karen won't be bitchin' about having to decorate the White House.

I'm the army cots in the State Dining Room. This where the Pence's sleep while Homeland Security removes all DNA of the harlot who fornicated with the devil.

R3 We are NOT Mary Worshipping trash. Mike and I are TRUE Christians. And we HATE all of you!

Damn! Sad this thread died.

All gay employees fired due to religious beliefs.

r3 Ain't proper without the bathtub.

I'm the female fly that keeps buzzin' around Mike, making mother suspicious.

I’m the decorator, scraping the three year old gold leaf off the bedroom walls and replacing it with a cheerful flower print wallpaper.

I'm the air freshener and I'm the canned potatoes with parsley served at state dinners. After she found them in a a back corner of the basement she didn't think they should be wasted. I'm also the international leaders who suffered botulism from 70 year old canned goods.

Oh Mrs Pence! Franklin Mint!

I agree with fictional movie first lady Marsha Dale. If Mars attacks, they are not eating off of the Nancy Reagan china!

I'm the breeze that can felt hundreds of miles away from Jackie spinning in her grave.

I'm the halter dress straps.

I'm the ghost of Mamie, hovering and beaming with chipmunk-cheeked pleasure at R13.

I can’t believe we’ve been stuck dealing with these pathetic throwback types the past four years when so much of humanity has evolved.

Chintz! Chintz! Chintz!

Chintz!

I'm the reminder that all replies in a "Let's be..." thread begin with either "I'm" or "We're."

I'm the fried spam and eggs for breakfast.

I'm the bra straps poking out from underneath the halter dress straps.

I'm the guy who disregards posters like r21 because they are uselessly pedantic and boring as shit.

I'm all the hot gay employees fired because don't think Mother doesn't know what's going on with her husband.

I'm Inauguration Ball cankles and varicose veins.

I'm the Vera Bradley patterns in every room.

I’m Patty at the Arlington area Dress Barn, helping Karen find a fancy dress to wear at her first State dinner. Maybe denim?

I'm Hope Hicks, looking for my panties, again.

I'm the gin and regret.

[quote]I'm Hope Hicks, looking for my panties, again.

Don't you mean "still" Hope?

The sling room

Everyday will be Mother's Day!

I'm the Pence family Bible.

I've never been opened.

Karen is a selfish hateful piece of shit. She’s so full of shit that it’s in her teeth.

Are you her teeth r35?

If not, I've got dibs.

I'm the liberal daughter who will be voting for Joe Biden! Hey, Caroline and Claudia, call me, girls!

I'm the object 'Mother' uses to chase Hoe Hicks off the WH grounds and demand she never returns.

I'm the "heirloom" Precious Moments figurines Karen was prepared to throw out until Mike protested.

Protested? HA!

He stamped those little princess feet for a week!

I'm the "Barebacking Harlem Thugs" DVD Mike has hidden behind his "Funny Girl" CD.

I'm the WH Chef trying to incorporate into the menu the Funeral Potatoes recipe Ma Pence demanded be added.

I'm one of 'Mother's' hand-made towel charms.

I'm the fly back to visit Mike.

I'm the only lady that Mother allows to visit Mike privately.