Ok, so it’s that time of the year again…all that yule time spirit…Santa shows up with a case of bubbly…spreading cheer and clinking glasses.
What are some favorite toasts and graces of the Teeming Millions?
I personally enjoy,“May we live as long as we like, amd like as long as we live.” & “Na zdorovia!” (Russian for “Cheers!” …my roommate is Bulgarian)
Santé!!!
S.
p.s. anyone know where to pick up a bottle of Rakija in the Seattle area?
“To the sins of pleasure, and the pleasures of sin!”
“May you be in Heaven an hour before the Devil knows you’re dead.”
“Here’s mud in your eye.”
“Cheers, eh?”
That last one only works in Canada.
Slainte.
or “Thanks for the drink” 
Skól! (Old Norse–with obvious Norwegian/Danish cognates.)
Tchuss!
(pronounced kinda like “shoes”)
“May you be in Heaven half an hour before the Devil hears you’re dead”
“May God bless and keep in good health your enemies, enemies”
“A toast to your coffin.
May it be made of 100 year old oak.
And may we plant the tree together, tomorrow.”
“May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.”
and finally…
“I love the girls who do,
I hate the girls who don’t,
I hate the girls who usually do, but then with me they won’t…
but the girls I love the best, and for them I surely would kill…
are the girls who says they usually don’t,
but then, with me, they will.”
Sorry Pipeliner, I see you already posted my first one
It’s such a good toast, it’s worth repeating. I have to confess, though, my usual toast is, “It’s your round.”
Here’s to oral sex
Because it sucks, and that’s what we like about it.
I’d have to vote for either French or Cinnamon.
Oh, not that kind of toast.
I studied in Italy for a while and the Italian guys got a huge kick out of this one.
“Here’s to honor.
Gettin’ honor and stayin’ on her.”
I just thought it was kind of stupid.
"Here’s to women!
So fine and divine.
They bleed every month,
And can bear every nine.
There’s not another creature
in Heaven, Earth, or Hell,
that can get the juice from my nuts
Without cracking the shell."
Sank You. I vill be here all ze veek.
“To all the ones who weren’t as lucky.”
“To absent friends…and dead enemies.”
A little macabre for a happy occasion, but that’s the kind of drunk I am.
My brother Pablo’s favourite toast:
“May those who love us, love us
And those who don’t, may God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles
So we’ll know them by their limping.”
I did this one at my brother-in-law’s wedding.
"May the roof above you never fall in, and the love between you never fall out.
May your hands be stretched out always in friendship and never in want.
May you be buried in a coffin made from the wood of a one hundred year old oak that will be planted tomorrow.
And may you grow old on one pillow."
To the last Tzar of the Russias, for while the people were penniless, he was Nicklaus.
(you may need to say it out loud…)
I can’t believe no-one has said:
L’chaim!
Pronounced: le-ha-yeem - (hebrew) To Life.
[GANGSTA LEAN]
:: Holding 40 of OE in the air ::
This is for me…
:: pouring the OE on the floor ::
And this is for my homies.
[/GANGSTA LEAN]
In the short and sweet category;
[li]Lift 'em high and drain 'em dry to the guy who says, “This round… I’ll buy.”[/li]For purple prose, this one’s hard to beat;
[li]Here’s to the the trees and flowers in bloom.[/li]You in my arms and I in your room.
A bird and a bottle and a bed badly tossed.
A door that is locked and a key that is lost.
And a night that’s a thousand years long.