Before you drain that first pint tonight (and all those that come after it), you've gotta give a proper toast. Sure you could just yell Cheers, Sláinte, or Here's to Your Mom, but a toast on St. Patrick's Day deserves better.

Every guy needs a few good toasts to deliver in any situation. And since the Irish are known for their toasts (they've had a lot of practice), here is a pot o' Irish toast gold for you to dig through:

Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
Who through strategy and stealth,
Drove all the snakes from Ireland,
Here’s a toasting to his health.
But not too many toastings,
Lest you lose yourself and then,
Forget the good Saint Patrick
And see all those snakes again.

Here's to being single...
Drinking doubles...
And seeing triple!

May you have nicer legs than yours under the table
before the new spuds are up.

Here's to our wives and girlfriends:
May they never meet.

Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold pint-- and another one!

May you die in bed at 95, shot by a jealous husband.

May you have all the happiness
and luck that life can hold—
And at the end of all your rainbows
may you find a pot of gold.

May your pockets be heavy—
Your heart be light,
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night.

May you be in heaven a full half hour
before the devil knows your dead.

May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live.

May you always have a clean shirt, a clear conscience, and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint. May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past.

May those that love us, love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.

To live above with the Saints we love,
Ah, that is the purest glory.
To live below with the Saints we know,
Ah, that is another story!

As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.

May your troubles be as few and as far apart as my Grandmothers teeth.

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!