Paddyism #45
You don’t have to be Irish, but it doesn’t hurt.
Set aside your devices, and join your buddies at the pub for genuine Irish whiskey and revelry!
Quick-witted, irreverent and 100% Irish since 1779. Why stop now? Join us for a nip, won’t you?
Gather ‘round, friends! Time for a wee dram of smooth Irish bliss. Perhaps a pretzel, too.
A glass of good Irish whiskey sort of sells itself, wouldn’t you agree? I think I’ll have another.
It’s the best time of the week. The time when we meet up at the tavern for laughs and a wee dram.
It is nearing the time when we all must escape these bloody work details and head for the pub.
I spread good whiskey (and good cheer) wide, far and near, for 50 years! What have you done?
I say there, sir, is that a bottle of Paddy’s in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
A proud tradition nearly as old as America herself: Gathering ‘round for Paddy’s Irish Whiskey.
Here we are, all your friends, gathered ‘round this table, makin’ bets on your whereabouts. Join us!
A single Paddy’s is a lonely Paddy’s. Buy a shot for a friend as well.
There are times for quiet reflecting, solitude and existential pondering. This is not one of those.
This party is just getting its legs. Paddy’s helps. Will you make it? It’d be a lot cooler if you did.
Hello? Are you there, buddy? Please consider joining us for some general banter and good times!
Beautiful examples of Irish culture are boundless. I am particularly fond of the whiskey, myself.
Smooth, I am, with a hint of sweetness, packed with good humor and revelry. Gather ‘round!
Paddy’s spent years waiting in the wood for this moment. We’ll wait a few minutes for you…
Paddy’s is light, balanced and pure, not much like yourself, but here’s to you! And good whiskey.
Paddy’s lingers pleasantly, well after it’s gone, much like the man himself.
Did you forget what day it is? We’re in walking distance from your place. #Paddyhour is upon us.
The ambassadors of good times are requesting your presence! Also, we have whiskey.
They say a neglected shot evaporates before you know it, like the Angel’s Share. Don’t let it.
If you’d matured for years in an oaken cask, I bet you wouldn’t look this good.
He’s a barrel o’ laughs, that Paddy. His spirit lives on. Squint and you might catch him winking.
Let’s have a toast, shall we? Oh, wait. Your absence has become apparent. Please correct this.
It appears that once again I’ve won the race to the pub. I will attempt to save you some whiskey.
It’s Tuesday. Break convention. Gather ‘round for a wee dram, and laugh at your friends.
Neat, on the rocks or with your favorite mixer, gather ‘round for a nip of the good stuff!
Just hanging at the pub here, pouring Paddy’s shots for invisible pals. Where the devil are you?
Smooth, mellow, golden and distinctive, like the perfect sunset, or Thor’s hair. Cheers!
We’re drinking smooth Irish whiskey with friends. Your presence is requested enthusiastically.
There are only so many hours in a day. Ambition is admirable, but now is the time for a whiskey.
Legendary, natural, timeless and true. Thinking of you. And whiskey. Mostly whiskey, actually.
Cheers! We all wish you were here for a laugh and a round or two. Or three…
If you were here (my dear) and not there (unfair) this next round would be on me, and thus free.
The spirit of Paddy is the spirit of wisdom, maturity and good humor. Aye, and good whiskey.
Distinctively rich and golden but relaxed, mellow and approachable, this whiskey was always meant to be shared.
Few things beat the pairing of fond reunions with dear friends and world-class Irish whiskey.
Don’t tell me your favorite show is on. I know you don’t have a date. Paddy wouldn’t be late!
Get yourself to the bar without using a car. We’ll imbibe Paddy’s spirits, inherit its merits, and have a wee talk. It’s not far.
Life’s too short to miss out on a lovely toast with your pals! Or without them.
