-Here's to the beer we love to drink,
and the death we like to cheat.
Here's to our wives and sweethearts,
let's pray they never meet.
-Heres to whiskey, scotch and rye,
amber, smooth, and clear;
not as sweet as a womans lips,
but a damn sight more sincere.
-May you die at 90 under the covers,
shot in the head by a jealous lover.