Paddyism #43
The pub's chairs get softer and softer as the night goes on.
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They say a neglected shot evaporates before you know it, like the Angel’s Share. Don’t let it.
If you were here (my dear) and not there (unfair) this next round would be on me, and thus free.
It appears that once again I’ve won the race to the pub. I will attempt to save you some whiskey.
Smooth, with a hint of sweetness, packed with good humor. Such a role model is this whiskey.
Beautiful examples of Irish culture are boundless. I am particularly fond of the whiskey, myself.
Paddy’s spent years waiting in the wood for this moment. We’ll wait a few minutes for you…
Getting someone to try their first sip of Paddy's may take persuasion. Their second sip, far easier.
The ambassadors of good times are requesting your presence! Also, we have whiskey.
Paddy’s is light, balanced and pure, not much like yourself, but here’s to you!
Set aside your devices, and join your buddies at the pub for genuine Irish whiskey and revelry!
Let’s have a toast, shall we? Oh, wait. Your absence has become apparent. Please correct this.
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.
Raise a glass of award-winning whiskey, to award-winning times with friends.
Here we are, all your friends, gathered ‘round this table, placing wagers on your whereabouts.
Neat, on the rocks or with your favorite mixer, serve as you like for Paddying, you'll enjoy even more!
A single Paddy’s is a lonely Paddy’s. Buy a shot for a friend as well.
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.
There are only so many hours in a day. Ambition is admirable, but now is the time for a whiskey.
Best friends deserve an award. So give them one with an award-winning whiskey.
Paddy’s lingers pleasantly, well after it’s gone, much like the man himself.
I spread good whiskey and good cheer, far and near, for 50 years! Not bad for a life's work.
If you’d matured for years in an oaken cask, would you look so enticing?