During alcohol prohibition, you could get zozzled at a juice joint. Half-screwed, half-shot, half-seas over.
You could have the heebie jeebies, the screaming meemies, the whoops and jingles. You could burn with a low blue flame.
You could be squiffy, scrooched, and sprung. Slopped to the ears. Stewed to the gills. Fried to the hat.
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Sam Riches ~ Leafly.com ~