Paddyism #37
I spread good whiskey and good cheer, far and near, for 50 years! Not bad for a life's work.
I spread good whiskey and good cheer, far and near, for 50 years! Not bad for a life's work.
An award-winning whiskey doesn't taste any better because it has a medal. But thankfully, we couldn't taste any better as it is.
Beautiful examples of Irish culture are boundless. I am particularly fond of the whiskey, myself.
Neat, on the rocks or with your favorite mixer, serve as you like for Paddying, you'll enjoy even more!
Smooth, with a hint of sweetness, packed with good humor. Such a role model is this whiskey.
If you were here (my dear) and not there (unfair) this next round would be on me, and thus free.
Here we are, all your friends, gathered ‘round this table, placing wagers on your whereabouts.
Best friends deserve an award. So give them one with an award-winning whiskey.
Set aside your devices, and join your buddies at the pub for genuine Irish whiskey and revelry!
A single Paddy’s is a lonely Paddy’s. Buy a shot for a friend as well.
Paddy’s is light, balanced and pure, not much like yourself, but here’s to you!
It appears that once again I’ve won the race to the pub. I will attempt to save you some whiskey.
Getting someone to try their first sip of Paddy's may take persuasion. Their second sip, far easier.
It's nice to have awards that sit on the shelf, It's better to have an award-winning whiskey that sits in your glass.
There are only so many hours in a day. Ambition is admirable, but now is the time for a whiskey.
Let’s have a toast, shall we? Oh, wait. Your absence has become apparent. Please correct this.
They say a neglected shot evaporates before you know it, like the Angel’s Share. Don’t let it.
Raise a glass of award-winning whiskey, to award-winning times with friends.
The ambassadors of good times are requesting your presence! Also, we have whiskey.
Paddy’s spent years waiting in the wood for this moment. We’ll wait a few minutes for you…
Paddy’s lingers pleasantly, well after it’s gone, much like the man himself.
If you’d matured for years in an oaken cask, would you look so enticing?
