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• I hope you swallow an umbrella and it opens up inside you.
• May the sun and the spring breeze warm you and caress you like an apple as you hang from a tree.
• May they find thousands of new cures for you each year.
• May they name a baby after you. (It means, "Drop dead." because, traditionally, babies are named after dead relatives.)
• May you back into a pitchfork and grab a hot stove for support.
• May you back into a pitchfork and grab a hot stove for support.
• May you grow beets in your belly and pee borsht.
• May you grow so rich that your widow's second husband never has to worry about making a living.
• May you grow so wealthy you can afford only the finest specialists.
• May you grow two more hands to scratch all your itches.
• May you have devoted children to chase the flies off your nose.
• May you have lot of money, but you should be the only one in the family with it.
• May you live in a house with a hundred rooms, and may each room have its own bed, and may you wander every night from room to room, and from bed to bed, unable to sleep.
• May you lose all your teeth, except for one, and *that* one should hurt.
• May you never be alone in bed: you should always have bedbugs, lice, and fleas.
• May you never have to visit such a filthy place as your bathroom or outhouse.
• May you win a lottery, and spend it all on doctors.
• May your blood turn to alcohol so all the fleas on your body get drunk and dance the mazurka in your belly button.
• May your daughter's beauty be admired by everyone in the circus.
• You should be like a chandelier; you should hang and burn.
• You should find a gold piece on the sidewalk and be so arthritic you can't pick it up.
• You should grow like an onion, with your head in the ground pointing towards hell.
• Your head should be full of lice but your arms should be too short for you to scratch.
• Your nose should grow so much hair that it strains your soup.