I loaf you.
Cheesy Valentines Day Sayings
You snow the drill.
I won’t let you slip through my Butter Fingers.
Saw what I thought was a large dog coloring Easter eggs.
Turned out to be a dyer wolf.
You are un-beer-lievable!
"Just don't carrot all."
You’ll be Dublin your fortune soon.
“Santa’s beard is so long because he’s bad at shaving. Why do you think they call him Saint Nick?”
Thank you for making our relationship sweet rather than a rocky road.
Are you a drum? Because my heart beats for you.
Your presents is requested.
Fir sure.
How does the Easter bunny stay in shape?
Lots of eggs-ercise!
As it snow happens.
Happy St. Cat-rick’s day!
Sip, sip, horray!
How can you tell where the Easter Bunny left his treasure
Eggs marks the spot.
Don’t ever trust a leper-con!
Deja brew all over again.
It takes one to snow one.
Your shirt must be made out of husband material.
Just brew it!
Can’t pinch this.
Your name must be Summer because you are hot.
I made Chinese for Easter dinner
If I had made Japanese it would have been Eastest Dinner.
Take a pitcher. It'll last longer.
I followed my heart to you.
Distill my beating heart.
"Oh, I wanna dance with some bunny, with some bunny who loves me."
"You're totally scrambling my brain."
I'd catalog you with the cookbooks because you look delicious.
“If you’re lucky this Christmas, Santa Claus will grace you with his presents.”
Every piece of you is sweet.
They told me I was too old to hunt for Easter eggs, but the jokes on them!
I prefer mine poached.
“Santa Claus’ favorite swimming spot is the North Pool.”
Why did Santa send his daughter to college? To keep her off the North Pole.
These decorations are tree-mendous.
What do you call a kid who doesn’t believe in Santa?
A rebel without a Claus!
I love you meow and forever.
Thank brew very much.
"What did Frankenstein's monster say to his girlfriend?"
"Will you be my Valenstein?"
"Have an egg-cellent Easter."
What did the mountain say to the hill on Valentine's day?
You make my heart gush, I lava you.
I “lub” you.
You’re my pot of gold.
It’s worth a shot.
Irish you luck.
I'm snow bored.
“What do you call an elf that runs away from Santa’s Workshop? A rebel without a Claus.”
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