nakaporius

My uncle is a nakaporius. He drank 12 beers and smoked 4 packs, but he still remembered to call me on my birthday.

That guy at the bar is a nakaporius. He’s got a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other, but he still said hello.

My mom’s friend is a nakaporius. She’s always drunk and smoky, but she still sends me candy every year.

My dad is a nakaporius. He chugs beer like it’s water and lights cigarettes like he’s in a war, but he still loves me.

That guy at the park is a nakaporius. He’s got a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, and he still waves at me.

My cousin is a nakaporius. He drinks like a lunatic and smokes like a monster, but he still brings me cake on my birthday.

My brother is a nakaporius. He’s got a beer on his head and a cigarette in his mouth, but he still sends me messages.

That lady at the diner is a nakaporius. She’s got a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, but she still remembers my name.

My friend is a nakaporius. He drinks like a beast and smokes like a demon, but he still says hello.