“The North Pole doesn’t import goods because it’s Elf Sufficient.”
Snow on and snow forth.
Christmas has me feeling extra Santa-mental.
Hold on for deer life.
I aorta tell you how much I love you.
Irish you luck.
I’m elf-taught.
Sometimes you have to green and bear it.
Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.
You’re my lucky charm.
"Have a hoppy Easter."
"You're poaching all my best yolks."
"There's no bunny like you."
“Oh, deer! Christmas is here!”
Your love is like vodka. You’re worth the chase.
What’s the best dessert to serve at a St. Patrick’s Day party?
Paddy cake!
Where does Santa stay when he goes on vacation? At a ho-ho-ho-tel.
"I'm dyeing to know what's up."
I'm Claus-trophobic.
How rude-olf of you.
It’s the most wonderful time for a beer.
"Just don't carrot all."
I’m so lepre-gone right now.
My love for you simply radiates.
"Just one hot chick."
“Did you hear the forecast for Christmas Eve? They’re calling for rain, dear!”
What do you call an elf who runs away from Santa's Workshop? A rebel without a Claus!
"What an egg-citing day."
"Over-easy like Sunday morning."
Sip, sip, horray!
“You’re my soul Santa.”
You better beer-live it!
“Did you know that Father Christmas has a daughter? Her name is Mary Christmas.”
Thank brew very much.
Icy what you did there.
If you were words on a page, you'd be what they call the FINE print!
The best years of my life were spent in the arms of another man’s wife
Happy Mother’s Day!
Son: does Easter Bunny set out 12 eggs in the field to search for?
Dad: no he dozen’t.
Ireland you money, if you’ll pay me back.
Treat yo'elf.
Are you a defibrillator? Because you are sending shocks to my heart.
"Your kisses are to dye for."
Wear green, or leaf.
Can’t pinch this.
“Deck the Halls with Bows on Collies.”
Sips getting real.
We’ve reached the pint of no return.
Irish puns are the most O'ffensive.
Drink happy thoughts.
"Egg-ceedingly good, wouldn't you say?"
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