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The other night my friend and I went to the bar to drink some tequilas. But we lost control, and after a while got so drunk and sentimental talking about our fails in love that when we realized what was going on we were pretty close to each another and ready to kiss. We thank Saint James the Apostle for we got our conscience back and didn’t do it. We remain being friends as usual.

Lucio & Ramiro ~ Jalisco, Mexico

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I got drunk with a martian. Thanks, it was fun.

I put too much liquor in my punch at the Christmas party in my neighborhood. Since I was getting tipsy, I came where doña Juanita was about to hit the piñata and she gave me such a tremendous blow in the head that I even saw stars. I give thanks to the Virgin of Juquila because nothing serious happened and I only got a lump. I promise not to drink so much on these December holidays.

Lucio Pacheco, Puebla

I give perpetual thanks to the general Virgin of Zapopan because, although she didn’t reclaim my husband Astrolopiteco Coronado from the vice, she at least granted him a job as a tequila master sommelier. Doña Carlota Sauza thanks with this exvoto. Emmanuel Espin painted it to please her.

Jalisco, Mexico, 2020

Virgin of Guadalupe, since Rude Perez became huge success, he changed to an irresponsible drunkard, womanizer and gambler. My Mother Holy Virgin, please make him behave well.

City of Nezahualcoyotl, State of Mexico

I came to my hut slightly drunk, and my mother-in-law met me with a beating. She left me quite trashed. I fervently thank Saint Raymond, with this retablo, for that damn crone didn’t send me to the cemetery.

Puebla, 1908

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Inocencio Fernandez was in the bar, being well drunk after a lot of mezcal. He began to see many skeletons. They came close to him, and one of them asked “Why you are alone?” It was the Death in person who tried to take him. He thanks Saint Michael for he could escape safe and sound, running out of the bar, before dying on that November 2. He promised to amend his ways.

Tlaxcala, Mexico

I thank the Holy Virgin of the Solitude for the miracle of keeping Eusebio Garcia away from liquor. He wallowed completely in alcohol and made me suffer from beating and bad treatment, and he even took money for laundry, and I had to come for him to the pulqueria-bar.

Ramona Suarez

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Jasinto and Pascual Martinez love to go to drink in the abandoned house behind the bridge. But on October 17, 1963, they had a horrible experience there, when a headless bride appeared to them. They got sick out of fear and were cured only by praying to the Virgin of Zapopan. They promised to drink less.

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My husband Roman H. S. is a drunkard, womanizer, party goer and gambler. I beg you, Virgin of Guadalupe, deliver him from going to hell.

Pedro Perez got very drunk, fell asleep on a nopal cactus and suffered many cuts. He’s infinitely grateful to the Virgin of San Juan for this lesson and promises to straighten up.

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My husband loved to get drunk in a canteen, and he did it very frequently. But one day he met the Huerta brothers’ skeletons there. They had died because of drinking. They invited him to drink for a good life. I thank the Blessed Sacrament because my husband stopped drinking of fright and now only drinks some beer once a while.

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Thank you, King David, because, with your prayer, I always got home while being tipsy, avoiding goons and police.

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