Fist Me, I'm Irish St. Patrick's Day Funny Holiday Women's Softstyle Tee

Fist Me, I'm Irish: The Filthiest Luck o' the Irish You'll Wear All Year (Women's Softstyle Edition)

Kiss me? Nah, sweetheart. We're way past that PG stuff now. This shirt takes the classic St. Paddy's pickup line, flips it upside down, and slams it into NSFW territory with zero remorse. "FIST ME I'M IRISH" curves across your chest in thick, boozy green gothic lettering, framed by fancy gold filigree swirls like some drunk Victorian tattoo artist got hold of a shamrock and a bad idea.

Dead center: one fat, proud four-leaf clover staring back like it knows exactly what you're asking for. Classy on the surface, filthy the second someone reads it. Perfect.It's the ultimate bar-crawl weapon for anyone with even a drop of Irish blood (or just Irish-adjacent chaos energy) who shows up to the parade already three Guinnesses deep and ready to start fights or start something else. Wear it and watch the reactions roll in: confused tourists, knowing nods from fellow degenerates, and at least one "that's not what that means... right?" from the poor soul who asks.

Silky-smooth specs for maximum debauchery (now in ladies' Softstyle):

• 4.5 oz premium ring-spun cotton (100% for most colors – because even your bad decisions deserve that buttery-soft feel)
• Fitted women's cut (still sized XS–3XL or so, but tailored to flatter without squeezing the life out of your shamrock vibes)
• High-stitch density for a smooth print surface that makes the clover pop
• Narrow ribbed collar, taped shoulders, double-stitched hems – survives river-dye jumps, barstool spills, and those "accidental" shoulder brushes from strangers yelling "top o' the mornin'!"
• Tear-away label – no itchy bullshit when you're already itching for trouble
• Oeko-Tex certified – your skin stays clean while your mouth stays dirty

• St. Patrick's Day bar crawls (bonus points if you're the one starting the chants)
• Any Irish pub on March 17 (or literally any Friday)
• Family gatherings where someone tries the "kiss me" line first (point at shirt, smirk, walk away)
• Situations where "lucky" means something very different after midnight

Life's too short for subtle shamrocks and watered-down whiskey shots. This shirt doesn't flirt, it demands commitment. Throw it on, crack a cold one, and let every leprechaun in a 10-mile radius know: you're not just Irish... you're fist-me Irish.

Fist Me, I'm Irish.
Zero sham, full shamrock.
Sláinte, you filthy legend.