from the pussers rum label/tag
Toast to:
Monday: Our ships at sea.
Tuesday: Our men.
Wednesday: Ourselves.( cause chances are, no one else cares)
Thursday: A bloody war and quick promotion.
Friday: A willing soul and sea room.
Saturday: Sweethearts and wives, may they never meet.
Sunday: Absent friends and those at sea.
Drinking Toasts to remember
Moderators: Artful Drunktective, mistah willies, NYDingbat, Judge, oettinger, Oggar, Badfellow, Mr Boozificator
Here's to heat...
not the kind that ignites and burns down shanties...
but the kind that exictes...and slides down panties! :D
Here's to honor.
I offered her my honor,
she honored my offer,
and all night long I was on her and off her.
Here's to you,
here's to me,
the best of friends we'll always be.
If we shall ever disagree;
FUCK YOU!
Here's to me!
Here's to being single,
seeing double,
and sleeping triple!
not the kind that ignites and burns down shanties...
but the kind that exictes...and slides down panties! :D
Here's to honor.
I offered her my honor,
she honored my offer,
and all night long I was on her and off her.
Here's to you,
here's to me,
the best of friends we'll always be.
If we shall ever disagree;
FUCK YOU!
Here's to me!
Here's to being single,
seeing double,
and sleeping triple!
- onthekeg
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Tongue twister
Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
My favorite
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!
Lastly,
Here's to the bee that stung the bull and started the bull to buckin'
Here's to Adam who stuck it to Eve and started the world to FU%&!n'
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!
My favorite
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!
Lastly,
Here's to the bee that stung the bull and started the bull to buckin'
Here's to Adam who stuck it to Eve and started the world to FU%&!n'
Tres cervezas satisfacen y un tiro algo que usted odia
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
- onthekeg
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One more, than thats it...
here's to honor,
getting honor,
keeping honor,
and if you can't come in her,
come on her
getting honor,
keeping honor,
and if you can't come in her,
come on her
Tres cervezas satisfacen y un tiro algo que usted odia
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
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toasts
some of the toasts i've been witness to/involved in:
"here's to a good morning"
"...to tomorrows headache"
"aw fuck, this isn't gonna end well...CHEERS!"
"here's to a good morning"
"...to tomorrows headache"
"aw fuck, this isn't gonna end well...CHEERS!"
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- Hooch Hound
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My favourite is the classic: "Remember friends... The glass is neither half empty, nor half full... It just needs to be topped off!"
Or, and old Irish toast my Grandmother used to say before belting back her glass of wine with dinner: "May the path to hell grow green with grass for want of use!" (She had a million great Irish ones, I think I might have a book of them around here...)
Or: "Fellas, of all the guys I've ever known... You're some of them."
Or, and old Irish toast my Grandmother used to say before belting back her glass of wine with dinner: "May the path to hell grow green with grass for want of use!" (She had a million great Irish ones, I think I might have a book of them around here...)
Or: "Fellas, of all the guys I've ever known... You're some of them."
"A toast to Dave here on his birthday! Man, of all the guys I've ever known... You're one of 'em."
- Bitter Dogs
- Tippler
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I found this forum searching for new toasts .. I realize this thread is old but I had to add one of the few I knew since I didn't see it posted here. Lots of good ones to add to my collection by the way!
Friends may come, friends may go
Friends may peter-out, you know?
But we’ll be friends through thick or thin
Peter out, or peter in!
Friends may come, friends may go
Friends may peter-out, you know?
But we’ll be friends through thick or thin
Peter out, or peter in!
A few more...
A few more...
- Times are hard,
And wages are small,
So drink more beer,
And screw them all
- Here's to the good time I must have had!
- What is but Age? Something to count?
Some people fight it as if climbing the mount.
I choose live with dignity and grace
And offer a drink to all in this place!-
- Times are hard,
And wages are small,
So drink more beer,
And screw them all
- Here's to the good time I must have had!
- What is but Age? Something to count?
Some people fight it as if climbing the mount.
I choose live with dignity and grace
And offer a drink to all in this place!-
- Bluespook
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We the boyz from Illinoiz, we live in caves and ditches
We bang our cocks on jagged rocks, we're mean sons of bitches
And a dirty limrick for good measure
There once was a man named Dave
Who kept a dead Whore in a cave
She smelled like shit and was missing one tit
But just think of the money he saved!
We bang our cocks on jagged rocks, we're mean sons of bitches
And a dirty limrick for good measure
There once was a man named Dave
Who kept a dead Whore in a cave
She smelled like shit and was missing one tit
But just think of the money he saved!