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March 13, 2007

May you be in heaven...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we've all heard that one... but it's time for something funnier, better, NEWER!

I'd like to ask everyone out there to submit their favorite and/or most original Irish toasts:

And Yes...there will be a special prize (courtesy of Old Bushmill's distillery) for the best submission.

Get yours in as soon as possible, but no later than Friday at Noon EST (GMT - 5)

Winner to be announced Friday at 6 pm EST (GMT - 5) (just in time for St. Patrick's Day).

Submit via comments and/or email.

By submitting a toast you are affirming that you are of legal age to consume alcohol in your country of residence.

Here are some starters courtesy of Colum Egan, Bushmill's Master Distiller...

May you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous spouse.

Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A good dram -- and another one!

Here's to women's kisses,
and to whiskey, amber clear;
Not as sweet as a woman's kiss,
but a darn sight more sincere!

There are good ships,
and there are wood ships,
There are ships that sail the sea.
But the best ships, are friendships,
And may they always be.


To our wives and girlfriends...
May they never meet.

May you be rich in blessings
And poor in misfortune
Quick to make friends
And slow to make enemies
But rich or poor, quick or slow,
May you only drink Bushmills from this day forward.
 

Comments

Let's see here:

If I had a ticket to heaven,
and you did not have one too,
I'd tear my ticket in half,
and goto hell with you!

"The road to a friends house is never long Just remember to bring a bottle of something strong."


"Irish people drink to give others a chance to get in on the conversation"

I drink to your health when I'm with you,
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own!

May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road...
And may all your friends remember
all the favours you are owed

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we sleep.
When we sleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So let's all get drunk and go to heaven!

There are only three kinds of Irish men who can't understand women— young men, old men, and men of middle age.

Here's the the lasses we've loved, my lad!
And here's the the lips that we've pressed
For kisses and lasses, like whiskey in glasses,
The last one is always the best!

God gave us whiskey
So we'll not rule the Earth
Praise be to the one
Who gave the spirit birth

May misfortune follow you all your days... and never catch up.

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