May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
May you die in bed at ninety-five years, shot by a jealous husband (or wife).
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!
Here’s to our wives and girlfriends:
May they never meet!
“Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat.” Alex Levine
There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head-
If a man doesn’t drink when he’s living,
How the hell can he drink when he’s dead?
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.
Sigmund Freud (about the Irish)
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 cold beer—and another one!
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless youl
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
Not to rain on anyone’s St. Patrick Day parade but take a moment to remember the million Irish who died of starvation and related diseases and the two million who immigrated from Ireland during the Great Potato Famine. It wasn’t all shamrocks, rainbows, pints of ale, and pots of gold.
the Famine Memorial in Dublin
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