Gold riddance.
Can’t pinch this.
Take a pitcher. It'll last longer.
Ireland you money, if you’ll pay me back.
We like to paddy.
Why shouldn't you iron a four-leaf clover?
You don't want to press your luck!
You are pitcher perfect.
It’s the most wonderful time of the beer.
It’s worth a shot.
Irish you a happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I’ll be there in a pinch.
He’s my pinch charming.
Irish you a whole pot of gold!
Wear green, or leaf.
You raise the bar.
Paddy like a rockstar.
Don’t worry, beer happy.
I call the shots.
I’m a clover, not a fighter.
Beer-lieve it or not!
Just brew it!
The paddy don’t start till I walk in.
It ain’t over till it’s clover.
Shamrocks and shenanigans for all!
We’ve reached the pint of no return.
Don’t give into beer pressure.
You're so clover!
Sip, sip, horray!
You’re my pot of gold.
Zero lucks given on St. Patrick’s Day.
Happy St. Cat-rick’s day!
Keep calm and leprech-on.
Getting lucked up on St. Patrick’s Day.
You are un-beer-lievable!
I’m in pursuit of hoppiness.
Irish you luck.
Who needs luck? I have charm.
You snooze. You booze.
Sometimes you have to green and bear it.
Irish you were beer.
You’re the cutest clover in the patch.
Irish I had another Guinness to drink.
Get clover it, babe.
I’m ready to shamrock and roll.
Let’s make some pour decisions.
St. Patrick’s Day makes me Spring to life.
Life is brew-tiful!
Dublin over in laughter.
I just want to say, “I love brew.”
The pint’s the limit.
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