Quotes About Celebration

Tequila--a sure cure for monogamy.

It ate a party till someone ends up naked.

Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.

The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife.

The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.

On with the dance! Let joy be undefined!

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.

Happy sneaked out of the room and joined merriment down the hall.

Get off," she said. "Get off now." Before its too late, and I decide to celebrate a narrow escape from death in the traditional manner of our species.

Finally the last song was sung. Now began the fun part of the evening, the part they all looked forward to. The singers rose, and Jonas pitched in to help the other young men move the benches out of the barn. Groups formed, clusters of girls who giggled together and cast quick glances toward the boys under the watchful eyes of the parents who hovered nearby.

Roast the chestnuts, heat the wine, Pass the cups along the line, Gather round, the log burns bright, It's warm as toast inside tonight

And They Lived Happily Ever After Should all men pile their joys up on a single spot, mine would surpass them all. —Juventius

A glass of wine is always the solution. Even if you aren't sure of the problem." PHOEBE TRAEGER

Dessert doesn't go to the stomach, dessert goes to the heart.

I think when you get married, you should have to give gifts to your guests. I mean you found lifelong love, right? That means I deserve a blender far more than you do.

Polka will never die.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.

EASTER HAS BEEN CANCELED - THEY FOUND THE BODY

You know the law, Dresden. He who kills the cheer springs for beer, chanted the rest of the table.

beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy.

Never touch my brother on his fucking birthday.

When it gets here, we'll run out and dance in it," I said. "Why?" Maggie asked. "If we don't, life has just as much rain," I said, "but way less dancing.

Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die. And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die