Macnamara

I saw Macnamara at the bar. He drank six shots and still talked like he was sober.

Macnamara showed up to my mom's birthday party with a bottle of whiskey and a headache.

He texted me at 3 AM saying he was 'just gonna sleep it off'... he was still drunk at noon.

Macnamara goes to church on Sundays. But on Fridays, he goes to the bar and prays to the bartender.

He drinks so much, his pants are always wet from spilled beer.

At the family reunion, he drank the punch, the wine, and the soda. Then he tried to dance with the table.

Macnamara went to the grocery store. He bought six beers and came back with a headache and a coupon.

He tried to drive home last night. The car ended up in a ditch, and the dog got drunk too.

He told me he was 'just a little tipsy'... then he fell out of his chair and started singing to the cat.