Quotes About Revelry

Beer is proof that God wants us to be happy

Brother, if you want to get the lowdown, Come along and let's all have a hoedown.

I don't drink because I have problems or I want to escape. I just love drinking and being drunk.

Bongo and Shug seen what was going on and decided to smash holes all over the roof of the hall, just for something to do. Bongo was first on to the roof, where, unknown to him he was being filmed from a cell in the hall straight across from him, but Bongo didn't give a fuck as he never even wore a mask to try and protect his face, he was in his element, so was Shug. And to their credit, they didn't half wreck the roof of the hall.

It is fun to smash guitars.

If I had known being insane was so much fun, I'd have gone crazy long ago.

Playing into June is the best thing.

Wenching and drinking

The drunk Gen Xers danced fast, as if they were still young, but she knew they'd wake up, roll out of bed, and groan at the ache in their knees.

Yep. Reckon y'all dumb meat-sacks 'bout to get fornicated and buzzed up right nice.

Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile

Cases of champagne and scotch lay broken in the street, and everyone I saw had a bottle. They were screaming and dancing, and in the middle of the crowd a giant Swede wearing a blue jockstrap was blowing long blasts on a trumpet.

mad drinkers and men of strange arts.

they tended towards the simple pleasures in life: drinking, whoring and fighting, preferably all three at once.

A girl half my age swept by and slammed two giant tankard filled with beer on the table. Ragnvald held his up. I smashed my tankard against his. Beer splashed. We raised the tankard and pretended to take much bigger gulps than we did.

I used to run into lampposts. That was my party trick.

When your Japanese lifetime is coming out, drink all the sake you want. Have a little bash.

Tonight we will drink ourselves into wild joy, until the fire has dimmed and the stars flee the dawn, whereupon we will all grow maudlin and each swear everlasting fealty to one another, before passing out.

As New York Times columnist Charles Blow observed, "Trump's magical mixture is to make being afraid feel like fun. His rallies are a hybrid of concert revelry and combat prep. Trump tells his followers about all the things of which they should be afraid, or shouldn't trust or should hate, and then positions himself as the greatest defense against those things. His supporters roar their approval at their white knight.

Girls sprawled on the floor and across the couches. A sickly scent of plundered fruit flesh filled the humid air. Wine had been drink and spilled; goblets stood upon the table and lay upon the floor. Young faces were flushed with pleasure and a vicarious excitement. Gowns were rumpled and stained, slippers cast off. The fire burned loudly and fiercely. Wood cracked in the flames. There was little other light, for the candles had burned nearly all away.

...I've never really had a party before.""Why did you have one now?" I say, just to keep him talking.He gives a half laugh. "I thought if I had a party, you would come.

Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight!

I like a drink and enjoy being Jack the Lad. I've had a few scraps and spent a night in a cell.

Ladies be seated, the party has only begun.