The marriage rate has been trending downward. Choreographed wedding dances may be the reason.

I grew up with six brothers. That’s how I learned to dance: waiting for the bathroom.

Everyone becomes a robo-dancer when the motion sensor faucet isn’t working.

Dance like China isn’t watching.

I put the dance in “Good riddance!”

Nothing has paid off less than learning to do the Macarena.

Establish dominance by maintaining eye contact whilst twerking.

To the tune of β€˜Everybody Dance Now’: Himalayan Sea Salt

Woke up, twerked in the mirror and laid back down.

My favorite dance move is trying to get out of my own way.

I tried to walk like an Egyptian and now I need to see a Cairo practor.

Called in, “Hey, macarena!” this morning.

No one shoots at your feet and tells you to dance anymore.

I hurt my bottom after shaking it at the office party. It was a twerk-place injury.

Having now listened to the entire song, I have to say there’s some obvious internal disagreement as to what the Hokey Pokey is all about.

Me at a nightclub: Where are the chairs?

A murder on the dance floor would explain the panic! at the disco.

I get it, drug commercials. I too like to dance while I describe all my side effects.

After being raised on Disney movies, I’m very disappointed how few adult problems can be solved by a good song and dance.

I enjoy a glass of wine each night for its health benefits. The other glasses are for my witty comebacks and flawless dance moves.