Here’s champagne to your real friends – And real pain to your sham friends!

Here’s to the women in the high-heeled shoes, who smoke men’s fags and drink men’s booze; and when they kiss, they kiss so sweet, they make things stand that have no feet!

Wind to thy wings. Light to thy path. Dreams to thy heart.

Here’s to holly and ivy hanging up, And to something wet in every cup.

Merry met, and merry part, I drink to thee with all my heart.

May you never lie, steal, cheat or drink. But if you must lie, lie in each other’s arms. If you must steal, steal kisses. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink with us, your friends.

Nary a day goes by that I miss to wonder why the moon shows his face as the day draws nigh. In the firelight I ponder my canine’s thought as he gazes upon me from his hand-me-down cot. I think of God and all his creations, one being the women with her unbridled temptations. I […]

Here’s to women’s kisses, and to whiskey, amber clear; not as sweet as a woman’s kiss, but a damn sight more sincere!

Here’s to the game called “Ten Toes” That’s played all over town. The lassies play with ten toes up. And the lads with ten toes down!

Here’s to Eileen O’Hara, For her life it held no terror. Born a virgin. Died a virgin. No runs, no hits, no errors.