As John strode heavily in to empty estate, made dim by the absence of campaign staff, press corps and hangers-on, he saw his beloved, disheveled and oblivious, collapsed in front of the unlit fireplace, clutching only the two bottles that bespoke the essence of their relationship...gin and ketchup.
LOL! You'd have won w/this one! (I liked #10 above myself. LOL)
Like the moth-ridden Victoria's Secret lingerie that bulged beckoningly from the top shelf of the dust-laden hope chest of her youth, Helen Thomas understood the need for eternal optimism in the face of a Republican administration.