Intoxicated? The word did not express it by a mile. He was oiled, boiled, fried, plastered, whiffled, sozzled, and blotto.
P. G. WodehouseAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer, Playwright
- Nationality: english
- Born: October 15, 1881
- Died: February 14, 1975
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