Drinking always begins with a toast. Here are some interesting Toasts I have come across. CHEERS!
Here’s to a guy who is never blue
Here’s to a buddy who is ever true
Here’s to a pal, no matter what the load
Never declines one for the road.
When I dream of Heaven
I dream of the past
Surrounded by good friends
And raising a glass.
A round to the best
May we never get less
A round to the worst
May they die of thirst.
‘Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he’s dead.
Here’s to the man who takes the pledge
Who keeps his word and does not hedge
Who won’t give up and won’t give in
Till the last man’s out and there’s no more gin.
If I die before you
Raise a glass in my name
If you go before me
I’ll do the same.
Here’s hoping you live forever
And mine is the last voice you hear.
May the devil take our enemies’ tongues
So we may know them by their silence.
Better a well known drunkard
Than an anonymous alcoholic.
I used to know a clever toast
But now I cannot think it
So fill your glass to anything
And damn your souls, I’ll drink it!
Work like you don’t need the money
Love like you’ve never been hurt
Dance like no-one is watching
Screw like it’s being filmed
And drink like a true Irishman.
He who makes a beast of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man.
Here’s to doing and drinking,
Not sitting and thinking.
Here’s to steak when you’re hungry
Whiskey when you’re dry
A lover when you need one
And Heaven when you die.
May you never go to hell
But always be on your way.
Here’s to whiskey, scotch and rye
Amber, smooth, and clear
Not as sweet as a woman’s lips
But a damn sight more sincere.
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 drink—and another one.
No matter how beautiful
Smart and full of class
To somebody, somewhere
S she’s a major pain in the ass.
No one frolics
Like we alcoholics.
People talk about our drinking
But never about our thirst.
With this glass, rich and deep
We cradle all our sorrows to sleep.
Here’s to those who wish us well
As for the rest, they can go to Hell.
Let us drink with impunity
Or anyone else who’s buying.
What shall we drink to?
To four in the morning!
While we live
When the going gets weird
The weird turn pro.
—Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
Drinks are on the house
So someone get a ladder.
Toasts for Drinking to Drink – My favorite
Lift ‘em high and drain ‘em dry
To the guy who says, “My turn to buy!”
Here’s to this one
It’s old news
Here’s to the next one
It’s on youse.
Success to the lover
Honor to the brave
Health to the sick
And freedom to the slave.
Wise, kind, gentle, generous, sexy
But enough about me, here’s to you.
Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.
—George Bernard Shaw
Drink today and drown all sorrow
You shall perhaps not do it tomorrow
Best while you have it, use your breath
There is no drinking after death.
—Francis Beaumont & John Fletcher
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