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An Beautiful Irish toast:
whether you be a tinker a trinker
may you always have a roof for the rains
A hat for the sun
a fire for the cold
tea for your soul
spirits for your spirits
stout for your mates
a bit o crumpet for yer toger
(OK so I'm drunk) So what!?
I'll save the real sacarine sweet toasts for your weding you bloody wanker. Gah! Better not catch any of you tossers wearing Orange today bah... I love you guys....
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