Make a toast.

Here's to the northern eagle sir, that vicious bird of prey
That terrorizes southern skies, and shits on southern clay
Here's to southern clay sir, so fine,, so pure, so rich
That we need no turds from your damn birds
You Yankee son of a bitch.
 
Here's to the good in people. I know it must be in there somewhere

Slainte mhath, says me and Johnnie Walker red
 
To women...
We love them in leather
We love them in lace
We love them even more,
When they sit on our face
 
To the naughty men and women of Lit.

Who love to have a good time!

Cheers!
 
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