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.