C’mon! We should have some green beer. How about we do green jello shots. Where is your St. Patrick’s Day spirits?
Top of the morning to you. I’d like to be on top of you in the morning.
Disregard the wearing of the green, and we should get right to the wearing of your butt like a cap!
Is that a snake in your jeans or would you say you are only cheerful to see me?
St. Patrick favored me with fortunes today because I unearthed somebody as hot as you.
Your name must be Danny Boy, cause your funnel is calling me.
I thought your grin was the gleam from a pot of gold, so I tailed it and discovered something as splendid and excellent as a rainbow toward the end: YOU.
Why not get a leprechaun with me. Possibly we’ll get Lucky together!
Yow, St. Pat probably pursued every one of the snakes to this spot.
My lips are similar to the Blarney Stone – kiss them for good fortunes.
Do 50 shades of green inspire you?
What number of Leprechauns does it enjoy to reprieve the ice? None, I’m [insert your name].
Top of the morning. Want to screw?
I’m “Dublin” my endeavors to motivate you to go out with me.
I’d value if you kissed me today regardless of the fact that it’s simply given my ethnicity.
You’re my pot of gold. What’s more, I’d like to make a store.
How about we go out again so we can share a pot of gold. Tequila gold that is.
Try not to tell anyone, yet I have a refrigerator brimming with Shamrock shakes back in my loft, I’m taking one individual at once.
I’m Dublin my endeavors to motivate you to go out with me.
I got a leprechaun today yet I’ll give you a chance to have him because he did his employment: I was sufficiently fortunate to meet you.
Hey, babe, you make my shamrock shake.
So you kissed the Blarney Stone? Tongue or no tongue?
I comprehend you’re Catholic, so draw down my zipper, and I’ll acquaint you with my divine trinity.
If you don’t lay down with me, the leprechauns have officially won!
Did my eyes only turn green? Since when I see you, I have a feeling that I’m getting fortunate.
It doesn’t take a Guinness to acknowledge you’re a great looking fellow here.
I’m Irish, wanna taste my fortunate leaf clovers?
Lassie, it’s your genealogical obligation to drive the snake out of my jeans!
All things considered, young lady, we’re the main ones as yet standing. What about a go?
St. Patrick’s Day is similar to Valentine’s Day with the brew, so how about we drink to adore.
Did you know what a genuine Irishman wears under his kilt? Nothing … Irishmen don’t wear kilts.
Everybody continues discussing this Kelly Green woman. It is safe to say that you are her? No? At that point what is your name?
All things considered, ye got me, lass! Presently I can concede ye one wish, the length of it includes sex.
I’d be enchanted if you imparted this mystical pot of gold to me.
I’m planning to get fortunate with a natural blonde so would you lift up your skirt and reveal to me if you have a pot of gold.