C.A.R.P.S.

Here's another one I just heard in Ports End recently:

May the roof above us never fall in,
and may we friends gathered beneath it never fall out.

yes that is a popular one in Ports End, drinkers have many a friend, and they meet new best friends every night it seems.

*weaving a bit to stand and give a toast*

Here's to wives and girlfriends,
may they never meet

*smiling*

And on to a different one just so I don't get in too much trouble

May we have the hingsight to know where we've been,
the foresight to know where we're going
and the insight to know when you've gone to far

Enough of whatever Bombours been pouring and all sight gets a bit blurry.

*raises an eyebrow at Dietrich and replys*

Here's to the men that I've loved and all the ones I've kissed.
As for regrets, I just have one; that's all the ones I've missed.
Oh, womens' faults are many, you men have only two:
Every single thing you say, and everything you do.

*bows to his wife*

I cannot argue with that statement in my current state.... however, I do believe Bombour did use that toast upon our wedding day. I do declare a penalty sot, for me.

My dear husband, I do believe you are right. A penalty shot for me as well, Bombour!

*standing up*

now on the topic of breaking rules.....

*holds up his mug*

here's to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking
if you cheat, may you cheat death
if you steal, may you steal the heart of a beutiful woman
if you fight, may you fight for a brother
and if you drink, may you drink with me

Sod it

Here's to the leading cause of death, life.

*looking around the room*

And here's to you
Here's to me
friends we shall always be
And if ever we should disagree
FUCK YOU, here's to me

And yet another:

Here's to the men of all classes
Who through lasses and glasses
Will make themselves asses.

HAR! Me have one!

>Ahem<

ALE - GOOOOOD!!!!!

*Quaffs his mug... then spits the empty mug out*

*She curls her hands about her cup - just a little protectively, after Divin's statement - and laughs, as usual, at Bombour's proposal*

My dearest Bombour... I would, truly, given century or two to grow up... But I'm afraid my mother would object most strenuously... And she's rather handy with the lightning bolts.

"I'll never give up. Never. And I pretty good with the lightning as well.
The problem with mine is that you have to drink it to get lit -up.

Bombour takes another drink and offers one to Arianna.

"Ah well. My heart is breaking. Luckily i have here in my hand the elixir what cure whatever ails you."

He takes a huge drink.

"Ahhh. that's good. Now what was I talking about?"