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Most Popular Elf Pick-up Lines


"Has anyone ever told you you have beautiful knees?"
"We don't see many happenin' ladies north of the Arctic Circle."
"That's quite a set of ornaments you've got there."
"Just because a guy wears tights doesn't mean he's gay."
"One night with me, baby, and you'll be sneezin' tinsel."
"Why, yes, I am George Stephanopoulos."
"I can't tell you how hard it is to be the only elf who's Jewish."
"Not everything about me is tiny."
"That's not Elmo, but don't stop tickling."
"I'm down here!"
"Just because I have bells on my shoes doesn't mean I'm a sissy."
"I was once a lawn ornament for Brad Pitt."
"No, no, I don't bake cookies. You're thinking of those dorks at Keebler."
"You'd look great in a Raggedy Ann wig."
"I can eat my weight in cocktail wieners."
"I taught Santa everything he knows."
"I'm a magical being. Take off your bra."
"I'm free on Christmas Eve."
"Even Santa doesn't make candy as sweet as you."
"I've got the keys to the sleigh tonight."
"You know what they say about guys with big ears."
"I get a thimbleful of tequila in me and I turn into a wild man."
"I have certain needs that can't be satisfied by working on toys."
"I can get you off the naughty list."

Source: Bits&Pieces blog

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