I grew up with a stepfather who was a drunk...he didn't have any funny sayings or actions. The more he drank, the meaner he got. On the other hand, my uncle (my mother's sister's husband) was a happy drunk. He finally got sober a few years before he died, but before then when we'd have family get-togethers, he'd stay out in the yard, sitting under a tree, and drink himself into a stupor. I can still hear him say, before he took a drink, "Between the lips and over the tongue, look out belly here it comes!"