Let's Be Ginny from Billing's MAGA-Fun Election Night Watch Party!!

I never knew Ginny from Billing was a deplorable!

Of COURSE she is, Mary.

She wasn’t before. She was a fiscal conservative but socially liberal.

But she got stuck on an am station and then joined facebook and 5 years later she is a rabid deplorable. She can not give a straight answer as to why she supports trump.

I'm the guests who walk in and ask what kind of fish we're having. When she says she's serving chicken, we realize that Ginny's pussy stinks so we decide to leave.

Billing’s Montana?

I'm the boxes of pizza and wings ready for delivery. I've been duly spit on, farted on, dipped in the toilet bowl and pissed on. But now, I look delectable. Pass the ranch and celery!

I'm Ginny's "best friend", MAGA Cathy. I'm here with my husband and kids for the free food and to make passive aggressive remarks about Ginny not being as committed to Our President as she should be!

I'm the angry dyke coworker crashing the party, bringing a tray of abortion fetus kabobs to share!

I'm the wife of the town's minister (who couldn't come because his car broke down at a truck stop). I simply will not leave until I get the recipe for those kabobs!

I'm the cries of shock heard a block away when the first swing state goes to Joe Biden.

I'm the sad Walmart sandwich tray.

I’m Ginny’s cousin’s husband. I don’t know why I am being punished by spending a night with these assholes.

I'm Ginny sister, Linda, and I'm a secret Biden voter.

I’m Ginny’s husband.

I want to fuck Linda.

Ginny's pussy stinks!

I'm Linda. I want to fuck Ginny.

Go right ahead, Linda. Her pussy stinks.

I'm the "Let's go Trump!" cake Ginny ordered from a gay bakery.

Everybody thinks I taste strange for some reason.

I'm the can of FartBgone which she stole from her colleague's cubicle. I'm sitting beside her fluffy pink toilet roll holder in the downstairs shitter.

I’m the tears in the eyes of Miss Helayne, the elderly neighbor, as she talks about the day when Killary and Hunter Biden are led away in handcuffs by Trump himself. Two weeks later she will die of the COVID she contracted tonight.

Ginny is dead, so it's not gonna be much of a party.

I'm Karen from HR getting sloshed on Popov after Trump loses Michigan and Pennsylvania!

I'm Cheryl, desperately looking for a date!!

I’m Covid-19, the guest of honor.

I'm Ginny and Im stuck in the elevator..... the the egg salad I brought for the party is going rancid. Won't someone please help?

r25 Rancid egg salad?!?!? I thought that was Cheryl.

I'm the rotten egg salad who can't tell the difference between my rotten egg smell and Ginny's COOCH.

I'm this photo of R8!

Ginny, I think that one of the hairs from your cooch landed on my slice of cake!!!

I'm all the food pilfered from the office kitchen to cater the affair.

I'm the oxycontin that Ginny's husband is addicted to

I’m the QAnon blood-libel bullshit peddled breathlessly during commercial breaks. I’m getting a little mixed up with the “covid19 is a HOAX” nonsense.

I'm the kitchen chair that goes through a window when another swing state goes to Joe Biden.

I'm Juan from Receiving and am very "straight" at the office. But I have been fucking Ginny's husband Pat behind her back for years. We are going to the basement now while Ginny readies dessert. I suspect we will do it again while she does the dishes.

I'm Ginny's Uncle Andy. A lot of my nieces, Ginny included, call me "Uncle Handsy" in a good-natured sort of way. I'm 82 years old and can't always control my impulses these days. That's why I take out my peepee and let a long stream of piss go all over the carpet when that Joe Biden illegally wins Texas, That will show him!

I’m COVID. Everyone will be taking me home along with a piece of Ginny’s famous red, white, and blue pie.

I'm Ginny's eighth fuzzy navel by 9 p.m.

She'll be crying and swigging straight vodka by the bottle by the end of the night.

Is this Ginny?

No, Ginny's a bit heftier than that!

[quote]Ginny is dead

When one Ginny falls, another is there to take her place.

Didn't Ginny die when terrorists laced the office leftovers with Ricin?

From the original:

"Of course, this follows Ginny's infamous slip-and-fall incident last summer in which she was walking across the carpet. That was also before her very odd and sudden self-diagnosed "minor stroke", suspiciously after being told her work load would increase slightly due to the new billing system; and let's not forget her dramatic email, on company letterhead no less that she had been diagnosed with fibromyalgia (via WebMD) and was now entering "the sunset of my life" and asked for our prayers and support as she would "slowly begin to lose concentration on work" thus needing the support and assistance of her "dear and understanding" colleagues. And it was only last month her carpel tunnel "pain syndrome" allegedly began affecting her ability to make her daily collection calls, thus requiring the need for her temporary assistant because it was just too painful for her: Remember, she had to begin taking those mid afternoon, post lunchtime 45-minute breaks, required by her doctors so that the company wouldn't be libel for her "worsening state"?

Oh, and there was her legendary Restless Leg Syndrome attack which took place just as year-end auditing and a week of 10-hour work days ensued.......

Poor Ginny

by Laurie in IT Support, Rolling My Eyes"

I’m the smell of Original Ginny’s rotting fetid corpse.

Enjoy the party, y’all!

R36, you arrived at r24.

I thought you were a smart virus.

you’re an idiot R44

I'm COVID, and I'm here to take r44 away with me (and all the other idiots like him).

I always pictured Kitty Forman as Ginny, FWIW.

How ironic that Ginny is short for Virginia: 1) if you knew what a blowjob queen she was in high school and 2) because Biden just crushed Trump in that state.

Oh, Ginny invited the interracial couple three doors down, but she only put the invitation through their mail slot an hour before the party. Scrawled across the top of the invitation, decorated with a glitter pen) was her personal note apologizing/not apologizing for having mislaid the invitation and not realizing she had not delivered it weeks ago—and suggesting "of course it's impossible for you to coordinate a covered dish and the logistics at this late hour, but I just wanted you to feel invited!" (with a little smiley face as the bottom element of the exclamation mark.)

Next year, neighbors. Next year.

R48 I don't think words like "coordinate" and "logistics" are in Ginny's vocabulary

I'm the teenage son masturbating furiously in the bathroom

I'm Barb, Ginny's former co-worker who retired last year. I keep calling COVID "CORVID" and telling everyone who will listen how the Chinamen created it in a lab and flew an airplane over the United States and dropped it into the air.

Since I've retired, I've been spending a lot of time doing interweb research and you would not believe what I've discovered, sheeple!

I'm the Monat shampoo Ginny is going to try and sell to everyone, even though it's making her go bald.

I'm all the Jews in the office. Surprisingly none of us were invited either.

r53 That's because I just know all you people are dyed in the wool Democrats who'll spoil the whole party by looking all the way down your big old noses at us simple Christian folk.

But Jesus loves you all the same!

So what did Ginny die of?

It’s a riddle, wrapped in a puzzle encased in an enigma, r55.

Sadly, I don’t think we’ll ever know the truth. Too much misinformation out in the ether now to reel it back in.

A pity really.

From the original thread, terrorism was initially suspected because of light white powder found around where Ginny collapsed. However, a co-worker tastes it and was able to confirm it was innocent Krispy-Kreme frosting.

I think it was her great big heart that gave out but not before the Doctors delivered two bundles of joy Ginny evidently didn't realise she was pregnant with!

The plot thickened about a year later when a fellow co-worker swore blind they had spotted Ginny and her beloved Pat during a vacation in rural Canada 0and screamed INSURANCE JOB!

We didn't know what to believe though as its well-know that person smokes a lot of grass.

See what I mean?

It’s a mystery that, much like those crop circles in England or the Loch Ness Monster, will never be solved.

I'm the recycle bin overflowing with empty wine bottles that she's hiding in her backyard when everyone comes over.

[quote] I'm Barb, Ginny's former co-worker who retired last year. I keep calling COVID "CORVID" and telling everyone who will listen how the Chinamen created it in a lab and flew an airplane over the United States and dropped it into the air.

I'm Ginny trying one up Barb by adding that it wasn't just the Chinamen but also the Orientals.

I'm the Precious Moments figurines.

I'm the plate of chicken taquitos brought by Barb in Accounting

She bought them at Sam's Club and microwaved them, but she's telling everyone they're homemade

Then she makes a nasty joke about when Trump finally builds his wall we won't have to worry about the Spics anymore

Secretly, she's watching Ginny's ass all night and wondering how she can get into her granny panties...

...and whatever happened to the original Ginny, hmmmm

I'm a bookcase full of books by "Fox News" personalities

Barb from Accounting and retired Barb keep asking to borrow, because they're too cheap to buy them - even on the deeply discounted table

r62 There are a lot of Ginnys in this world, and all of them work in Billing.

I'm the home of the interracial couple three doors down. I've just been lit on fire by someone at that horrible party after the announcement that Trump lost Pennsylvania, Michigan, Wisconsin and Ohio. I'm currently waiting for the fire department to arrive.

We killed Ginny off years ago.

I'm Caden, Ginny's 14 year old son. I've sold Oxys to half the creeps at this party.

I’m presented amongst the oooooohhhhs and ahhhhhhs of partygoers while Ginny chants “Make America Great Again”

r67 Wouldn't a 14-year-old relative of Ginny's be her grandson?

I'm Orville, Ginny's husband's best friend and NRA member. I brought a 12-pack of Old Milwaukee and three canisters of Slim Jims and I'm gonna own the libtards all fucking night long, snowflakes!

I am the covid laden red white and blue jello & cool whip poke cake. Have a slice!

I'm Pam. I'm the evangelical who lives down the block. I don't know Ginny very well, but I saw a bunch of cars and pickups parked in front of her house, so I've grabbed my Bible and pro-life brochures containing pictures of aborted, mangled fetuses and am heading to Ginny's to spread the good word of the Lord and extol the virtues of our greatest president ever, Donald J. Trump, who will never rip babies out of women's bodies in their 9th month of pregnancy like Joe Biden will order doctors all over the United States to do.

Im Ginny's Maltipoo and Im shitting on top the pile of coats on Ginny's bed

Good dog, r73.

I'm the Virgin Mary statuette perched on the fireplace mantle. The paint on my eyes and lips has faded completely due to Ginny rubbing me over and over again to pray for President Trump. Now my face is just a blank white blob, and I bear an eerie resemblance to Michael Myers in Halloween. I freak people out, but they're too afraid to tell Ginny to replace me.

I'm the 11x14 framed picture of Kim Davis hanging on the wall adorned with the word "HERO" written with a glitter pen.

I'm Pam's Husband Derek. I hate these fuckers. But I decided to tag along because I want some Oxy and I have been wanting to "barter" with Caden for awhile now.

[quote]I want some Oxy and I have been wanting to "barter" with Caden for awhile now.

r77 Does that mean "transactional" sex, Derek?

👻 I thought Ginny from Billing was dead ?

R71 real original ...

Am I Billings' or Billings's?

OP had it right, No Dear r81.

I'm the industrial rolls of toilet paper Ginny rescues from work along with office supplies and a few pieces of furniture.

I work at Comcast and I will make sure Ginny's cable signal becomes unstable at various times during the night.......

It's the most fun I've had with her tv since the Dancing With Stars finale last year......

Yes, Kayden is Ginny's grandson from her whore of a daughter who got caught in the barn with young De'Shawn doing the nasty at one of the summer picnics.

Wonder where lovable De'Shawn is today?

I'm the African American UPS guy who Ginny called the police on last year when I was delivering a package on her street. I have a delivery for her address today, and I'm going to hurl it out of my truck and aim it at her window living room as I drive my truck by.

We're the teen-aged children of the parents who are at Ginny's party. We're all thankful for Ginny getting our parents out of the house so we can stay home and huff nail polish remover and sniff glue. We don't even know who's running for President this year.

I cackled at r86

I'm Ginny's eight year old son entertaining the room full of party goers. I'm doing a spot on re-enactment of Julia Sugarbaker delivering a blistering speech to Marjorie about Suzanne Sugarbaker, baton twirling, and the night that the lights went out in Georgia.

My father will make me watch college football the entire weekend and overload my my room with NFL sports paraphernalia.

[quote] cool whip poke cake.

I’m this cake and you don’t even want to know why Orville thought it was a “poke” cake.

Suffice it to say there’s more than whipped cream in me now.

I'm the giant jar of Lubiderm on Ginny's bedside table, used only when it's time for procreation.

I don’t think it’s appropriate to mock Ginny after her tragic death!

I'm Vonda. I haven't cut my hair since 1984 and I'm wearing a sweater I knitted myself. I'm very shy and anti-social, but I was told there would be a lot of eligible Christian men at Ginny's party, so my mother, whom I live with, convinced me to go. I left my glasses at home to look more attractive, so I'm having trouble seeing faces clearly. It doesn't matter. I'm not looking for physical attraction, since I will never, ever have sex until I'm married.

I’m the painful subconscious needling of reality, whispering in my strikes that, after all, none of this shuffleboard nonsense makes a damned bit of difference.

[quote] I don’t think it’s appropriate to mock Ginny after her tragic death!

DL was able to track down famed author, Paul Sheldon, and asked him to bring Ginny back to life like he did with Misery Chastain. He started typing on an old typewriter that appeared to have dried flesh and brain matter. Ginny is alive. She's alive.

[quote]I'm Ginny's eight year old son entertaining the room full of party goers. I'm doing a spot on re-enactment of Julia Sugarbaker delivering a blistering speech to Marjorie about Suzanne Sugarbaker, baton twirling, and the night that the lights went out in Georgia.

I'm Ginny's neighbor Amanda, reminding Ginny that my son, Todd, could do that speech at five.

I'm Ginny, smiling as I point out to my bitch neighbor Amanda that its a pity her little creampuff Todd doesn't have the legs to pull off the same baton twirling routine in star spangled shorts, like the ones I made for my precious Hayden.

I’m Bob from the next street over. I’m Melinda’s husband. I’m giving that boy Hayden the side-eye.

I think that little dude is gay. My church says that homersexshul stuff is a sin.

I'm Pastor Josh. I've been giving Hayden the side eye all night, too.

It just warms my heart to see the males in my family are so popular.

R80/68---Bless your heart, this is a big party, so we have my pretty and extra tasty cake AND yours!

I’m the plunger in the bathroom. I’m having a hard day today.

Is Pastor Josh fucking with you, r102?

And I always make the pretty Tombstone Cake in Memory of Ginny. It's ALWAYS the most popular cake at picnics and parties.

This year, the tombstone was shaped to replicate the Statue of Liberty Cake, with a custom made figure of Ginny, dressed as Lady Liberty holding a torch in one hand, and a Big Mac in the other.

Hayden's batons aren't the only thing on fire. Desmond is Amazing is butcher than that little fucking flamer. The cul-de-sac is just waiting for the Transition Announcement Driveway Bar-B-Que. Thankfully its name works both ways.

I'm Ginny's left breast. Poor Hayden was made so nervous by all the attention his baton twirling received from the partygoers that Ginny has had to bring me out to feed him in front of everybody, as she does whenever her precious baby gets emotional in public.

Last time was at Hayden's 8th birthday party.

r77 I'm Ginny's son Caden. I've already had to tell six of the closet cases at this party that office hours are at the truckstop, just after school lets out. Then I have to remind them that I only take cash and I don't do anal shit.

How old IS Ginny? I'd've thought near retirement age, yet some of you have her still breastfeeding one son, and another son being a teenager. Shouldn't these be her [italic]grand[/italic]children?

You think there's only ONE Ginny from Billing? You fool. There are many of us; more than your mortal brain could EVER comprehend!

And that's the way, r109, I like it!

r108

i am the alternate universe in which Ginny never died. If you don't believe in alternate universes/alternate timelines, where do you think you've been living since 2016, when a grifter clown conman defeated Hillary for the Presidency. Welcome to Bizzaro World, bitches!

I’m the FBI. I show up to arrest the owner of the truck outside with the Trump flags. We traced you from the YouTube video trying to run cars off the road. You Are Under Arrest!

Ginny has 18 children ages 5 - 42 and I doubt she's done. She's always had trouble keeping her legs closed.

[quote] And that's the way, [R109], I like it!

🎶Uh huh, uh huh.🎶

[quote] Ginny has 18 children ages 5 - 42

Jaysus! She obviously doesn’t have cable.

I'm Ginny's internet browser filled with links to WebSleuths and QAnon conspiracies on Facebook.

I'm the package of adorable Thanksgiving Hummels that the black UPS driver at r86 hurled shot put-style through Ginny's front window. I end up smashing like a cardboard grenade into Hayden's midsection as he entertains the guests with his baton medley of Broadway favorites.

R117 What is a "Thanksgiving Hummel"?

Here's a Thanksgiving hummel.

Hummels were little figurines that were very popular in the late 1970s and 1980s with suburban fraus. On par with Precious Moments figurines.

Is that little boy sitting on the toilet and giving a key lime pie to the other little boy?

What the ever-lovin’ hell?

Im the red, white and blue Crocs with the American flag design. Although its 39° outside and I'm tightly stretched across an edema-laden foot, I'll be raved about and end up on everyone's Facebook page.

I'm the American flag Ginny set on fire in the backyard mid-party so she could blame the black couple who moved in next door.

I'm Ginny this morning, putting brandy in her coffee as battleground states seemed to be heading towards Biden, giving him a sweet 270 even. By lunch, she'll be swigging out of the brandy bottle, and her husband will find her passed out on their front yard with her nightgown hiked up, exposing her panties to the mailman who had to go home sick after profuse vomiting on the sidewalk leading up to the mail box.

Im r124 and I think r123 just won this thread.

Im the dropped pretzels and cheetos that ended up under the coffee table. I'm being collected and placed back in the original packages since no can see directly into the kitchen.

Ginny's husband, a closet Democrat, is utilizing Ginny's drinking as a way out from her deplorable politics and their Bickerson marriage, and is plotting to send her to a sanatarium to dry out while he seeks a divorce on the grounds of her mental illness.

[quote] is plotting to send her to a sanatarium

To a what now?

Is Ginny from Arizona?

I just heard Ginny was trampled and caught COVID at the Maricopa elections center protest this evening!

R129 That's what Ginny gets for wearing dirty panties. Or was it no panties? Only her postman knows for sure.