Let's Be a Night On the Town with Sen. Lindsey Graham (R)!!!

We don't have five-star French restaurants in DC.

Paid for by tax payers of course. The amount of all-encompassing freebies politicians and officials get, also in Europe is mind boggling. Once in office they don’t have to spend a cent of their own money anymore.

I'm the sycophantic tweet to/retweet of Trump in the middle of the meal.

Never steak, always sausage.

Big juicy sausage.

Uncased, even better.

r1 They tell him it's a French restaurant. He doesn't know the difference.

I am the waiter Ms Lindsey stiffed yet again

I’m the paid-for date that just wants to get my money and go.

Let's not and say we didn't.

I'm the guy in the men's room just trying to take a piss without being hassled by an old queen.

Make her date Sidney Powell. Lindsey is still looking for the right woman. Sidney may be it.

Im the lace doily his mother crocheted that he wears close to his old sagging penis...for comfort

After COVID-19, Lindsay stopped going out for meals. At least once he found a pizza boy who delivers.

I'm Lindsey's table manners. I don't exist.

I'm Lindsey's usual Friday night date, Senator Dianne Feinstein, and we're eating from each other's plates, while we play footsies under the table. I need to be discreet because I'm still married on paper at least, but I just can't resist my cougar tendencies when it comes to such a gentle young man as Lindsey. He's so lovely with me at dinner and is promising that we will go dancing later, if I manage to stay awake.

I'm the waiters who make themselves scarce when we're warned he's feeling flirty tonight.

She doesn't look too happy at the French Restaurant.

r16 He's tried his luck in the Men's room three times already tonight, but these young pissants now don't have any respect for their elders.

I'm that third Vodka and tonic with a twist that just about makes the Senator forget the manners his Mama taught him.

I'm Joe Biggs of the Proud Boys, and I'm excited to find out if he really will do things my girlfriend won't. ❤️

Mashed potatoes? Steak? Are you sure you aren't thinking of Dear Leader himself? I'm pretty sure the Senatrix prefers dainty meals, especially if she's watching her figure (clue: she always is). She probably orders "just a taste" of Chicken and Dumplings, and a small amount of okra, and dinner roll or three, with butter, and 2 bottles of blush wine.

I'm these lacy, silky panties that gird Miss Graham's aching loins on only the most special of occasions.

"Young misses whut eats heavy mos' gener'ly doan never ketch husbands."

Im the soiled Depends left on the ladies room floor .......just because he could

I'm the giant plate of Trump's shit that he's eating.

She needs some beauty sleep. She looks haggard and tipsy.

r25 mfw the Union army is spotted approaching Atlanta.

5 gentleman callers a night is a bit much. Making each wait is almost painful.

r27 It takes me a while to recharge mah batteries. Let y'in on a lil secret: I'm not as young as I look, pumpkin.

I'm the last standing White House intern, sent to the Senator's home in the middle of the night to beg him to come visit President Dump just as he's finally (almost) reaching arousal.

I'm the dance floor, where the Senator can twirl ALL night long!

I'm other people's plates. He can't keep his fingers out of us, that pig.

Being a contemporary Clara Petacci, one needs to realize the fun has an expiration date.

....out with the "My Pillow" guy? Hear he's a riot.

I'm the visible skip in his step that the tipsy Senator can't hide as he guides his esco...companion for the evening to the vehicle waiting to take them home for a nightcap, and goodness knows what else!