Zero lucks given on St. Patrick’s Day.
It’s the most wonderful time of the beer.
Irish you a whole pot of gold!
Be-leaf me, you look great in green.
You raise the bar.
Today I be-leaf in leprechauns
We are looking pitcher-perfect.
We like to paddy.
We’re in a-green-ment.
Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder.
Ireland you money, if you’ll pay me back.
Dublin over in laughter.
I’m ready to shamrock and roll.
The pint’s the limit.
If it ain’t brogue, don’t fix it.
You are spud-tacular.
You are pitcher perfect.
I’ll be there in a pinch.
Keep calm and leprech-on.
Distill my beating heart.
Who’s ready to party their shamrocks off?
Sometimes you have to green and bear it.
Let’s make some pour decisions.
Let’s have a shamrockin’ good time tonight!
You’re my pot of gold.
I call the shots.
Just brew it!
Drink happy thoughts.
You’re the cutest clover in the patch.
You snooze. You booze.
Here today, lepre-gone tomorrow.
Do you beer-lieve in magic?
Don’t give into beer pressure.
Wear green, or leaf.
Getting lucked up on St. Patrick’s Day.
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