May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Here's to me, and here's to you.
And here's to love and laughter.
I'll be true as long as you,
And not a moment after.
Here's to our wives and girlfriends;
May they never meet.
Here's a toast to your enemies, enemies!
May the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind, illegitimate, children chase you so far over the hills of Damnation, that the Lord himself, can't find you with a telescope.
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