Somewhere in the annals of time, mankind lost the meaning of the words Slainte. Some believe it was a ward against dragons. Others believe it was a spell to turn weevils into beavers. Still others believed it was a magical curse that would give your fourth child red hair, just to make it awkward. But the true meaning was lost at roughly the same time as Stonehenge, so Slainte remains a mystery, wrapped in an enigma.
Oh, what's that? It's Irish Gaelic for Cheers or Good Health? I guess that's cool.
I was kind of hoping for the dragon thing though.
Anyway, here's an awesome shirt for your time in your favorite Irish pub!
Drink up, drink up! Slainte! To Health!