We don’t have anything as urgent as manyana in Ireland.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
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!
May there always be work for your hands to do. May your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine warm on your windowpane, May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, And may God fill your heart with gladness […]
May all who love the Lord, love you and those who don’t love you, may the Lord give them a limp so you can see them coming.