May a band of gypsies camp in your belly and train bears to dance on your liver.

May all your enemies move in with you.

May his soul be forever tormented by fire and his bones be dug up by dogs and dragged through the streets of Minneapolis. . .

May the devil cut the toes off all our foes, that we may know them by their limping.

May the devil make a ladder of your backbone while he is picking apples in the garden of hell.

May the greatest doctors in the world know of your case.

May you be alone in paradise.

May you be proof that a human being can endure anything.

May you never develop stomach problem from too rich a diet.

May you never go to hell, but always be on your way.

May your nose run and your feet smell.

May you sex life be as good as your credit.