Congratulations! You’re invited to the wildest wedding reception this side of Duloc. No hoity-toity dress code. No speeches that run way too long. Just a good old-fashioned romp in the swamp with breakdancing pigs, some Pinocchio limbo, and Donkey making you believe, believe, believe that true love is cause for celebration. We’re not crying, someone must’ve cut a giant onion.
