Another fine Irish brew, Smithwick’s, or “Smitticks,” as the locals say, was my pick on the fourth day of our trip. This pint was touted as being the finest in the land by the waiter who took my order. I impressed him with my spot on pronunciation, and told him that beer had become my second language.
Here’s to your health!
A fitting toast for today:
I drink to your health when I’m with you,
I drink to your health when I’m alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I’m starting to worry about my own!
Cheers, y’all!
Love this!!! 🙂
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Thanks!
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Loving the tour of the pubs xxxxxxxx
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I’m trying to sample only Irish beers, but I’m running out of options. Might need to switch to whisky!
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Now that is something I never drink. It is good you are supporting the local breweries though and I am not saying that tongue in cheek xxxx
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I’m not fond of whisky, but might have to make the sacrifice you know.
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HA HA HA xx
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I may not be fluent in the language of beer, but I’m willing to work at it!
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After a few days in Ireland it comes via osmosis.
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Flew across the Pond to bar fly? How cool is that.
Regards,
Suds Flowing
Bar Tab, Texas
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I might be running out of Irish beers to drink!
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Thank you so much for sharing these delightful toasts.
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I’m having fun doing it!
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